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II  the  Way 
zoith  the  Boys 
of  the  5Q9ih 

Field  Artillery 


lo  kke  FOLKS 
BACK   HOME 

ana  ali  ckeij've  meant 
to  us  —  in  Inls  oup 
■pare  in  the  cjceat 
conflict       .  ,  , 

f      iCe     tieeLicate 


4 


329th 


FOREWORD 

QQa^sters,  the  load  was  heavy; 
Ye  \A/hom  we  served  were  hard; 

Your  young  men  come 

With  laughter  home. 
But  all  are  bruised  and  scarred. 

Masters,  we  met  the  summons 
And  you  shall  say  how  well ; 

But  now,  meanwhile. 

It's  ours  to  smile 
At  what  we  do  not  tell. 

Masters,  we  gave  our  chances 
To  build  our  lives  full  true; 
And  so  we  bled 
To  build  instead 
A  decent  world  for  you. 

Masters,  we  laid  foundations 
Your  unborn  wits  shall  test; 
But  we  are  done 
With  blood  and  gun — 
Permit  us  now  to  jest. 

— Cpl.  G.  C.  CHANNING, 
BATTERY  E. 


lvil3S809 


Back  of  tHe  Boys 

Back  of  the  whining  shrapnel. 

Back  of  the  roaring  gtins, 
Back  of  the  combat  wagons — 

Dragging  their  vital  tons — 
Back  of  the  ghostly  transports. 

Feeling  their  way  o'er  the  Pond — 
The  Folks  at  Home  and  their  Thrift  Stamps, 

Their  hopes  and  their  Liberty  Bond. 

Back  of  the  gun   "typewriter," 

Pouring  its  rain  of  death, 
Back  of  the  plunging  flyer — 

Making  you  catch  your  breath — 
Back  of  the  aides  of  Mercy, 

Back  of  the  BLESSES  saved — 
The  Folks  at  Home  that  Hooverized, 

And  gave,  and  gave,  and  gave. 

Back  of  the  homesick  "Buddies", 

Back  of  the  Fightin'  Man, 
The  folks  Back  There  who  loved  him, 

And  helped  him  stay  a  man. 
Back  of  his  lonesome  hours — 

Back  of  his  dreams  in  the  gloam — 
The  courage  they  managed  to  send  him. 

The  letters  they  wrote  him  from  Home. 

SGT.  WM.  R.  MELTON,  Battery  B. 


—  4  — 


PREFACE 

A  book — at  least  a  regular  book — is  not  complete  without  a  preface, 
so  they  tell  us.  So  "Prepare  for  Action!"  here  and  now.  For  this  must  be 
a  regular  book,  US,  O  D,  Regular.  We  say  must,  because  there  is  scarcely 
a  man  in  the  entire  regiment  who  did  not  have  a  hand  in  the  making  of  it, 
one  way  or  the  other — and  anything  the  329th  gets  behind  as  a  unit  MUST 
proceed.  (Witness  the  Boche  retreat  along  about  the  Toul  Sector  in  the 
year  of  Our  Lord    1918,   from  November   1st  on  to  the   "flnee.") 

After  that  amazing  Melting  Pot  which  was  our  National  Army — and 
later  the  U.  S.  Army,  by  order  of  Washington — had  made  soldiers  out  of 
fawyers,  tailors,  bookkeepers  and  blacksmiths;  painters,  writers,  mechanics 
and  icemen;  loafers,  married  men,  movie  actors  and  millionaires;  and  had 
welded  us  into  a  unit  of  growing  military  strength  and  usefulness,  a  sentiment 
began  to  grow  up  amongst  us,  "What  an  experience  if  we  could  only  record 
it!"  Numerous  frantic  (and  short-lived)  diaries  were  the  result.  Books 
even  sprouted.  But  nothing  historical  happened  in  that  line  (within  our 
knowledge)  until  Chaplain  Sorensen  fathered  Corporal  Hanna's  idea  that 
we  work  up  a  definite  record  of  our  experiences  in  the  form  of  a  regimental 
history.  History  isn't  the  word  for  the  book  that  this  finally  came  to  be, 
or  at  least  that  we  earnestly  strove  to  make.  It  contains — as  best  we  could 
relate  under  the  circumstances — a  full  record  of  our  associations,  travels 
and  achievements  together;  our  joys  and  troubles  (most  of  which  never  hap- 
pened), and  our  friendships,  proved  in  the  hours  when  men  show  up  as  men 
or  not  at  all. 

Thanks  to  men  like  our  Commanding  Officer,  Major  Lothrop,  Captain 
Wiley,  of  Headquarters  Company,  Captain  Brady,  our  Adjutant,  and  Chap- 
lain Sorensen,  the  whole  proposition  got  able  and  official  backing  from  the 
start  and  we  were  able  to  carry  through. 

Parts  of  the  volume  were  written  on  trains  and  in  tranpsorts;  in  lordly 
mansions  and  lowly  dugouts.  Parts  of  it  were  never  written  at  all,  but  like 
Topsy  "just  growed."  We  met  difficulties,  frequent  changes  of  scenery  and 
wild  sea  weather,  but  laid  down  "The  Barrage,"  as  they  say  in  Artillery  lingo. 

And  when  you  look  it  over  in  after  years,  remember  we  all  did  it  and 
might  have  done  better,  no  doubt,  but  that  we  did  our  darndest  under  the 
circumstances. 

Also,  in  behalf  of  the  editorial  staff,  consider  this  parting  volley — when 
you  find  a  perfect  editor  he  will  have  a  glass  plate  over  his  face  and  he  will 
not  be  standing  up. 

"ON  THE  WAY— 329TH  BARRAGE!" 

Fred  E.  Mannerow  Lawrence  Hopper,  Wm.  R.  Melton, 

Art  Editor.  '  L.  J.  Menzies,  E.    L.    Inlow, 

Business  Managers.  Elmer  Hanna, 

Editorial  Staff. 

P.    S. in    some    instances    photographs    do    not    sho>v,    but    such    omissions    are    due 

to  failure  of  individuals  to  co-operate  with  the  staff. 


—  6  — 


Getting 
Ready 


WHen  tHe  RooKie  Comes  to  Camp 

Say,  but  it's  some  grand  occasion  when  the  rookie  comes  to  camp, 
'Specially  when  it  is  raining  or  the  weather's  cold  and  damp, 
And  they  march  in  bunch  formation,  buttoned  coats  and  collars  high. 
Out  of  step,  but  still  they're  soldiers,  or  they  will  be  bye  and  bye. 

Now  and  then  a  friend  will  greet  them,  rushing  up  along  the  line. 

Grabs  his  paw  while  rookie  comments,   "Gee,   old  boy,  yer  lookin'   fine. 

Camp  life  sure  must  be  a  tonic;  when  do  1  get  O.  D.  Clothes?" 

Soldier  boy  says,  "Come  and  see  me,  I  live  back  o'  here  two  rows." 

In  the  morning,  bright  and  early,  they  line  up  for  the  exam. 
Some  are  feeling  blue  and  thinking  horrid  things  of  Uncle  Sam ; 
But  the  most  of  them  are  happy  that  they're  given  such  a  chance. 
To  enjoy  the  Army  training  and  a  trip  across  to  France. 

But  their  courage  almost  falters  when  they  note  the  searching  eye 
Of  the  so-called  "heartless  Surgeon,"  ■who  with  helpers  standing  nigh. 
Makes  them  hop  and  jump  in  circles,  makes  them  stand  upon  their  toes, 
Listens  thru  some  ear  machinery,  then  explores  their  throat  and  nose. 

Near  by  stands  a  cruel  Medic,   armed  with  needle,   big  and  strong. 
And  with  shuddering  gaze  they  size  it  to  be  just  three  inches  long. 
In  he  jabs  it  to  the  handle,  shoots  the  serum  hard  and  deep. 
Finishes  the  Vaccination,  scow^ling  as  they  squirm  and  creep. 

Thru  this  troublesome  proceeding,  their  calm  minds  commence  to  roam. 
And  they'd  give  their  best  attire  to  be  back  again  at  home. 
But  they're  roused  from  meditation  by  a  voice  that's  void  of  sweet, 
"Here!  Finger  prints  so  they  can  catch  you  if  you  chance  to  get  cold  feet." 

Then  the  mustering  agent  gets  them,  signs  them  up  for  Uncle  Sam, 
Has  them  write  their  names  quite  often,  leads  them  meekly  like  a  lamb. 
Then  with  thundering  voice  he  asks  them,  with  his  pen  poised  in  the  air, 
"Who  ■will  get  your  surplus  money  if  you  get  shot  over  there?" 

Yet  despite  inoculations,  they  imbibe  the  bugles'  call 

And  decide  that  Army  living  is  not  all  bad  after  all; 

Three  days  later  they  are  Veterans,  and  they  hike  and  march  and  drill, 

Getting  in  the  best  condition,  to  combat  old  Kaiser  Bill. 

When  a  later  bunch  of  rookies  comes  in  straggling,  out  of  step. 

Critic  eyes  gaze  from  the  windows,  long-trained  voices  bark,  "Hep,  Hep." 

Others  rush  around  the  corners,  shout  as  they  go  marching  by, 

"Say,  yer  cap  is  sure  a  stunner,"  "Two  bits  fer  yer  yaller  tie." 

Morning  finds  the  rookies  standing  'round  the  old  Vets  of  a  week. 
Open  mouthed  and  all  attention,  drinking  in  the  words  they  speak, 
"S'lute  the  Cat'n,  mind  yer  Corporal,  never  kick  about  yer  chow. 
Take  yer  CC  pills  and  quinine,  for  yer  in  the  Army  now." 

SGT.  M.  F.  WETZEL,  Med.  Det. 


—  e- 


'f^.'-^z- 


rr^^i^PjSSi^. 


Camp  Custer 


They  were  speeding  along  to  the  first  re- 
view at  Custer — the  jitney  driver  and  the  press 
correspondent.  The  Ford  was  making  time  and 
the  correspondent  was  making  mental  calcu- 
lations of  his  current  assignment.  "This  is  im- 
portant," the  editor  had  said.  "This  is  epochal 
stuff."  But  the  reporter  could  see  nothing  in 
it  but  a  stiff  military  occasion — just  one  of  the 
tiresome  marchings — that  were  to  inevitably 
become  a  part  and  parcel  of  our  daily  life.  He 
did  not  expect  to  be  thrilled  by  the  trim  rows 
of  marching  khaki  (he  had  seen  too  many  in 
the  movies)  ;  he  didn't  anticipate  an  inward 
throb  when  the  music  blared  by  or  the  colors 
passed.  He  hadn't  an  inkling  of  inspiration  for 
"epochal  stuff." 

But  suddenly  the  chauffeur  gave  him  one. 
Turning  a  corner  into  the  camp  road,  the  driver 
bore  down  upon  an  old  man — some  old  step- 
and-f etch-it  who  evidently  didn't  realize  that 
concrete  roads  are  for  automobiles — honked 
his  horn  violently,  ground  his  brakes,  stopped, 
and  swore.  "Damn  these  buzzards,"  he  grum- 
bled, swinging  his  car  out  with  a  jerk,  "they 
slow  up  the  generation." 

The  correspondent  smiled  as  though  wel- 
coming an  idea.  "Wait  a  second,"  he  mused, 
"let's  pick  him  up."  Then  to  the  still  oblivious 
pedestrian,   "Want  a  ride,  old  timer?" 

"Thought  you  were  in  a  hurry,"  snapped 
the  jitney  man. 

"1  am.  That's  why  I  bought  out  this  jitney. 
But  a  ride's  a  ride,  y'know — even  to  old-fash- 
ioned feet."  They  had  come  along  side  the 
trodding  figure.   "Ride?"  he  repeated. 

The  old  man  blinked  at  him  incredulously, 
looked  the  car  over  carefully  and  chirped  in 
a  high,  squeaky  voice,  "Right  smart  I  do. 
Which  way  be  yuh  headin'?" 

"To  camp.  Climb  in.  We're  late  now."  The 
old  man  settled  himself  carefully.  The  car 
lurched  forward.  "Can't  be  yer  headin'  for  this 
here  review?"  he  ventured,  half  in  doubt  and 
half  in  interrogation. 

"Right."  The  reporter  slumped  down.  Just 
another  garrulous  old  man,  he  thought.  A  bore 
no  doubt.  No  inspiration  in  him.  He  wasn't 
even  wearing  the  faded  blue  of  '61.  The  old 
peissenger  was  silent,  too,  while  the  car  skim- 
med over  the  ribbon  road.  But  he  looked  out 
when  they  curved   around   and  bumped   over 


the  railroad  track.  "Hum,"  he  mumbled,  "hum. 
And  that's  whar  Jed  Perkins  used  to  cross  on 
Sundays." 

"How's  that?"  queried  the  writer,  still  half 
lost  in  his  thoughts. 

"Oh,  I'se  sayin' — times  have  changed 
around  here  somewhat." 

"Oh,  yes — yes  indeed." 

"This  road,  frinstance.  Funny  little  strip  o' 
skatin'  rink.  Gets  there,  though — gets  there." 
And  he  leaned  forward  to  look  out  better. 
"Well,  I'm  hornswaggled — the  old  swamp  is 
licked!" 

The  reporter  began  to  arouse  himself. 
"How's  that?   Where?" 

"Well,  sir,  when  I  used  to  live  here  I  used 
to  git  stuck  in  that  swamp  jes  as  regular  as 
spring.  Now  Uncle  Sammy's  licked  her." 
Grandpa  seemed  to  enjoy  the  reflection. 

The  reporter  sat  up.  "You  mean  you  used 
to  live  in  this  country  when — when  it  was 
cornfields  and  swamps."  His  imagination  could 
trespass  no  further. 

"Right  you  are,  sonny.  I  lived  here  when 
thar  wasn't  nothin' — but  land — and  work." 
A  reminiscent  light  came  into  his  eyes.  "Why 
sonny,  I  helped — "  But  he  checked  himself  as 
the  car  straightened  out  and  bored  into  the  long 
climb  up  the  grade.  The  old  man  gazed  silent- 
ly at  the  sight  winding  up  before  him — like  a 
movie  film  from  a  train — and  gasped. 

"Lawzee,  sonny,  lawzee!  It's  a  city!"  The 
reporter  had  never  thought  of  it  before  in  that 
light,  neither  in  the  hurried  days  of  breaking 
ground  nor  in  the  irksome  days  of  getting  con- 
struction under  w^ay.  But  an  inspiration  began 
to  come  to  him  at  last.  He  turned'  to  the  old 
man  again.  "And  you — you  knew  this  country 
in  the  old  days,  before  Mars  struck  it  with  his 
lamp  of  AUadin,  eh?" 

"Never  met  Mars  personally  and  never 
heard  of  Alladin.  But  I  was  born  and  raised 
around  here,  sonny.  Helped  clear  the  soil  *  *  * 
why,  just  over  yonder  whar  that  big  cow- 
shed *  *  *'• 

"Warehouse,"   corrected  the  ■writer. 

" — warehouse  stands  *  *  *  Gosh  all  hickory, 
how  my  back  used  ter  ache  *  *  *" 

They  had  topped  the  hill  and  swung  into 
the  military  city  proper.  Trucks  rumbled,  jit- 
neys  scurried,    sidecars   barked   and   skidded. 


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soldiers  and  workmen  thronged  here  and  there. 
The  old  man  was  silent  now,  overwhelmed 
with  the  magic  of  war.  Modern  war — or  was 
it  the  tragedy  of  time? 

The  reporter  attempted  to  find  out.  He  went 
on  to  explain  how  the  camp  was  to  be  built  in 
a  night,  as  it  were,  to  house  an  entire  army  of 
Civil  War  size,  and  was  to  cost  twelve  millions 
of  dollars.  But  these  comments  were  lost  on  the 
venerable  passenger.  He  was  buried  in  his  own 
reflections.  Only  once  did  he  rouse  himself  to 
remark,  "She's  gone!  Not  a  stick,  nor  a  stone 
in  the  old  back  yard." 

"What's  gone?"  The  reporter  was  insistent. 
Old  Timer  shook  off  his  reverie  and  replied, 
"Jest  noticin'  whar  the  old  place  used  to  be." 

"You  can  TELL?  You  could  locate  it  in  all 
this  flubdub  of  barracks  and  shacks  and  lum- 
ber and  construction?" 

"Yeh — sure.  See  that  little  gully  whar  the 
creek  used  ter  overflow  down  in  Spring?  Well, 
right  this  side  of  it.  Thar's  some  sort  of  o' 
warehouse — " 

"Barracks — " 

" — barracks  thar  now.  My  old  dad — "  But 
reflection  was  too  much  for  him.  The  tears 
welled.  He  perked  up  and  changed  the  subject. 
"Kin  you  take  me  to  this  here  parade,  sonny? 


An  old  geezer  like  me'd  git  lost  in  this- 


He 


"Dynamite"  In 
action 


waved  his  arm  in  a  gesture  that  was  both  a 
compliment  to  modern  industry  and  a  tribute 
to  bygone  scenes. 

"Sure  thing,"  gulped  the  reporter,  a  new 
light  in  his  eyes,  "that's  just  where  I'm  headed 
for.  I'm  a — I'm,  that  is  I  WAS  out  looking  for 
an  inspiration.  You  gave  it  to  me." 

"Don't  understand  ye,  sonny.  Yer  talk's 
new.  But  if  yer  lookin'  for  inspiration,  as  ye 
call  it,  what's  a  matter  with  this  here  place — 
bigger  an'  faster  than  anything  they  ever  built 
in  fairy  tales — ?" 

"Nothing,  but — "  The  reporter  glanced  at 
his  watch — "We've  got  to  hurry.  Step  on  her, 
Jaques!  Look  out  for  that  truckload!" 

So  they  rolled  up  to  the  reviewing  grounds, 
alighted  and  prepared  to  separate.  But  a 
thought  came  to  the  writer.  He  could  horn  into 
a  good  place — but  how  about  this  old  timer. 
"Come  along  with  me  if  you  like,  uncle — if 
you're  interested  particularly.  We'll  hunt  a 
good  hole." 

"I  be,  bud,  1  be — interested.  My  grandson's 
in  that  army."  And  he  motioned  towards  the 
troops,  fresh  clad  in  their  neat  O.  D.,  already 
beginning  to  pass.  The  reporter  whistled  to 
himself.  Carefully  he  guided  the  old  man  to  an 
acceptable  vantage  point.    Watching  his  charge 


from  time  to  time,  he  could  read  only  disap- 
pointment or  blank  amazement  on  the  weather- 
beaten  face.  "They  don't  stand  out  so  well 
these  days,"  was  the  old  man's  sole  comment. 

Then  the  band  swung  by — a  new^  band,  with 
new  men  and  new  instruments — on  its  first  re- 
view. The  writer's  hair  tingled  to  the  roots 
at  the  music's  thrill.  Then  the  colors  came 
and,  from  a  slouchy,  almost  weary  old  man,  his 
companion  ■was  galvanized  into  a  statue  of 
patriotic  fervor.  His  hat  came  off.  The  old 
hand  snapped  to  the  quaint  old  salute,  a  new 
light  shone  in  the  old  grey  eyes. 

"The  spirit  of  '61"  breathed  the  reporter,  as 
he  shamefacedly  removed  his  hat. 

And  then — after  it  was  all  over — while  he 
rode  back  in  an  ultra-modern  conveyance  into 
ultra-modern  surroundings  again,  the  thought 
came  to  him:  "I  wonder  if  these  lads  in  khaki, 
these  raw  recruits,  stepping  high  and  proud  in 
their  first  review,  will  get  that  spirit  under  their 
skin,  1  wonder — ."  Which  reflection  stayed 
with  him  through  the  weary  weeks  of  routine 
drill,  routine  expansion,  routine  camp  life. 
When,  upon  witnessing  the  last  review  of  these 
"rookies"  no  longer  raw,  and  upon  talking  with 
them  on  the  eve  of  their  departure  overseas, 
he  decided,  quite  without  music  or  inspiration 
—"THEY  DID." 


—  10 


/^NE  of  the  most  interesting  developments 
^^^  in  the  course  of  our  long  drawn-out  prepar- 
ation period  at  Custer  was  the  growth  of  w^hat 
might  be  termed  regimental  morale.  We  used 
to  wonder,  what  with  unlimited  "fatigue",  un- 
necessary squads  east  and  west,  inexhaustible 
coal  piles,  incessant  turn-over  of  man  power, 
etc.,  ad  infinitum,  how  we  would  ever  get  the 
spirit  and  co-operative  punch  essential  to  a  real 
fighting  unit.  We  were  sure  that  every  other 
F.  A.  regiment  had  it  all  over  us  in  every  way 
— except  in  work — and  we  were  weary  to  the 
point  of  distraction  of  dull  routine,  idle  rumor 
and  blank  waiting.  But,  when  we  finally  did  go, 
and  saw  these  same  men  we  had  helped  to  dis- 
cipline and  drill  and  the  men  who  had  worked 
to  discipline  and  drill  us  under  the  strain  of 
travel,  under  fire  and  through  hell — saw  them 
"come  clean ',  as  the  expression  goes — it  sud- 
denly dawned  on  us  that  we  did  get  something 
fine  and  deep  back  there  in  Custer,  something 
enduring. 

Authorities  call  it  morale.  We  don't  know 
what  to  call  it,  but  we  know  some  of  the  stuff 
it's  made  of.  A  bit  of  kindness  and  a  bit  more 
of  toleration;  a  bit  of  thoughtfulness  and  a 
deal  of  pride — pride  in  our  cause,  our  bud- 
dies and  our  outfit;  a  respect  for  "properly 
constituted  authority",  as  the  D.  R.  calls  it;  a 
knowledge  that  discipline  is  essential  and  means 
servility  only  to  those  who  are  by  inclination 
servile.  And,  along  with  all  this,  something 
deeper  and  finer — respect  and  compassion  for 
the  weak  and  the  helpless  which,  after  all, 
was  what  we  set  out  to  fight  for  Over  There. 
Wasn't  it? 

Detroit  "She" — "And  when  you're  away  to 
the  war,  I  want  you  to  think  of  me  each  even- 
ing at   nine   o'clock." 

Sgt.  Lovely — "Make  it  9:15,  can't  you?  I've 
got  to  think  of  the  girl  in  Kalamazoo  at  nine." 


J  T  WAS  Saturday  afternoon  at  Camp  Custer. 
Spring  had  definitely  arrived — after  a  seem- 
ingly hopeless  tussle  with  wind,  rain,  mud  and 
flood — and  with  it  encouraging  sunshine,  re- 
newed activity — and  dust.  To  the  list  of  ar- 
rivals,   also,   should  be  added  baseball. 

But,  before  we  take  up  that  phase  of  the 
spring  referred  to,  we  want  to  dispose  of  said 
dust.  The  wind  tried  to,  but  only  aggravated 
matters.  It  blew  the  gritty  clouds  along  and 
whirled  them  in  our  faces,  into  the  barracks 
and  onto  the  cots.  (O  memory  forsake  us 
when  we  try  to  picture  those  days  of  cot  airing 
in  the  open — and  the  dust!)  Our  "garrison 
shoes"  (issue  defunct)  turned  up  their  smiling 
morning  countenances  and  choked.  The  win- 
dows we  labored  long  and  regularly  to  clean 
presented  streaked  exteriors  to  prying  eyes. 
Even  our  ice  cream  cones,  bought  at  the  win- 
dow of  the  dehibernated  canteen,  collected 
their  share  of  Custer  dust  before  they  disap- 
peared down  the  insatiable  gullet  of  Custer's 
stomach.  Dust  settled  everywhere.  And  when 
the  \vind  wasn't  disturbing  it,  trucks  or 
MATERIEL  or  passing  pleasure  cars  were.  Even 
the  concrete  road  was  strangely  able  to  yield 
its  quota  of  grime,  rolled  and  eddied  under 
w^hirling  tires.    Dust  was  king. 

But  baseball   went  on.      Over   on   the   drill 
ground    back    of    officers'    quarters    a 
regimental      battle      was      flourishing. 
Rooters    hugged    the    base    lines    and 
cussed     the     umpire — officer     or     no. 
Nearer   to    the   barracks   several   inter- 
battery    games   were   waxing    hot   and 
enthusiastic.        Substitutes     chased 
lost    balls     through     battery 
streets    and    battalion    lanes. 
Someone    made    a    hit    that 


The  Zast  Bevlew  at  Caster 


—  II  — 


went  through  "A"  Battery's  corner  window. 
But  what  boots  a  window  more  or  less  when 
spring  is  everywhere  and  baseball  is  on?  And 
— war  is  on? 

Signs  of  the  reason  for  this  whole  panorama 
were  nowhere  lacking.  Dealer  wagons,  catering 
to  mess  needs,  rolled  in  and  dumped  their 
loads  at  small  back  porches.  A  switch  engine 
worried  up  and  down  the  track,  leaving  cars 
of  forage,  MATERIEL  and  ammunition.  (Thank 
heaven,  the  coal  pile  was  finee!)  Over  in  a  bat- 
tery corral — where  the  long-tethered  horses 
romped  and  felt  their  oats — a  stable  sergeant 
and  helper  or  two  were  snubbing  a  broncho  to 
a  hitching  post.  Back  of  them,  under  the  shed, 
an  industrious  mechanic  tinkered  with  the  vet- 
eran— and  ramshackle — pieces.  (Wonder  if 
we'll  ever  forget  those  roaring,  rickety  old 
heavers  of  three  inch  shells!)  Mule  skinners, 
driving  four  and  six,  wheeled  on  and  off  the 
concrete  on  regimental  police  work  or  stable 
duty.  Side-cars  chugged  by  occasionally,  and, 
now  and  then,  a  big  bus  car  stopped  to  unload 
its  freight  of  visitors  and   "residentials." 

A  single  buck  private  stood  under  the  awn- 
ing of  the  canteen  munching  a  cone  as  one  of 
these  too  rare  vehicles  drove  up.  He  watched 
idly  as  the  bus  stopped  and  a  lone  passenger 
got  out.  It  was  an  elderly  lady.  Just  a  little 
old  gray-haired,  motherly-looking  soul,  he  not- 
ed casually,  probably  toting  the  flock  of  pack- 
ages under  her  arm  to  some  husky  six-footer. 


Mother  to  Custer  to  son  in  baseball  language, 
with  no  assists,  probably,  on  that  run. 

The  motherly  soul  stood  still  a  moment  after 
the  jitney  moved  out — a  look  of  tired  bewild- 
erment on  her  kindly  face.  She  started  ner- 
vously as  a  side-car  honked  fretfully  by  and 
turning  moved  toward  the  sole  observer  of  her 
actions.  Buck  Private  finished  his  cone  and 
made  as  though  to  leave.  But  he  paused  when 
he  saw  the  white-haired  visitor  hesitate  as 
though  uncertain  of  w^hich  course  to  take,  re- 
moved his  hat  and  inquired:  "Looking  for 
someone,   madam?" 

"Yes,  I  am,"  said  the  old  lady  soberly,  "and 
1  have  been  for  a  couple  of  hours.  Oh,  this  big 
citified  place  with  its  buildings  all  alike!  It's 
— it's  got  me  all  nervous."  And  she  smiled  a 
tired  little  smile  but  the  sort  no  mother's  son 
of  us  can  resist.  Buck  responded  to  it  and  start- 
ed to  enlarge  on  her  description  of  Custer.  But 
she  hurried  on:  "I've  been  travelling  for  a 
week,  it  seems.  I  thought  when  I  got  to  camp 
it  would  be  easy.  But  the  jitney  man  was  busy 
and  I  got  off  too  soon.  And  I  didn't  find  the 
artillery — " 

"You're  looking   for   the   artillery?" 

"Yes.  Jimmy  said  it  was  the  artillery.  To 
just  ride  up  the  road  and  get  off.  But — " 

"Jimmy,  eh?"  thought  the  soldier.  "I 
wonder  how  many  little,  old-fashioned  Ameri- 
can mothers  have  got  lost  finding  Jimmy — " 

Then — "But  here   I   am,    and   1   don't  know 


The    Downfall    of   an    Idol — An    unexpected    visit 
from    his    family   catches    Bill    on    Stalile    Police 


ltV_^ 


12  — 


how  close  I  am."    She  looked  at  her  packages. 

"Let  me  take  them,"  grunted  the  private 
gruffly.  "This  is  the  artillery  and  we'll  find 
Jimmy,  all  right."  He  gathered  up  the  bundles. 
"What  battery  was  he  in?" 

"Battery?" 

"Yes,  his  outfit.  The  company,  the  unit  he 
belongs  to."    Buck's  military  terms  were  clumsy. 

"Why  I  don't  know.  Let  me  see — "  and 
the  w^rinkled  fingers  fumbled  in  a  worn  purse. 
There  was  an  awkward  pause.  "Well,  I  do 
declare!  I've  LOST  his  exact  address.  But" — 
brightly — "1  know  his  regiment!"  And  she 
named  the  unit  whose  territory  they  were  in. 

"And  do  you  know  the  outfit  he  is  in?" 

Perplexity  made  this  motherly  old  soul  more 
lovable  than  ever.  "No,  son,  I  don't.  We 
can't  find  him  then?  Don't  you  reckon  there's 
some  way?  You  see,  our  name's  Perkins." 
The  private  thought  rapidly.  Sure  there  was  a 
way.  They'd  go  to  regimental  headquarters 
and  get  the  sergeant  major  to  look  up  Jimmy 
Perkins.  But  he  did  not  tell  his  quaint  visitor 
all  that.  He  guided  her  up  the  board  walk 
with  an  assurance  that  Jimmy  was  as  good  as 
found.  About  the  place  where  a  guy  wire 
through  the  sidewalk  lends  confidence  to  a 
telephone  pole,  he  met  a  friend. 

"Billy,    ever  hear   of  a  Jimmy   Perkins?" 

"Perkins?  JiMMY  Perkins?  Yeh — "  He 
seemed  about  to  spill  something  but  caught 
himself  as  Buck  put  in  with,  "Well,  this  is  his 
mother.      We're  looking  for  him." 

The  friend  signed  Buck  aside.  In  low 
tones  he  hurried  to  explain  that  Jimmy  Perkins 
had  only  that  week  been  transferred  to  some- 
where outside  the  state,  maybe  overseas.  And 
this  tired  little  lady  had  come  all  the  way  from 
Buck  didn't  know  where  to  bring  him  loads 
of  goodies.  The  pathos  of  the  little  tragedy 
rather  got  both  of  them.  And  together  they 
made  rather  a  botch  of  telling  this  gray-haired 
mother  that  her  Jimmy  had  been  sent  away 
a  la  army.  The  tired  eyes  widened  for  an  in- 
stant and  the  thin  lips  quivered,  but  no 
"scene"  was  forthcoming.  "Well,  well,"  she 
shrilled,  all  cheerfulness,  "so  I  missed  him  after 
all.     But — but,  what  on  earth  will  I  do  with  all 


this?"  She  indicated  the  package-load  her 
chief  benefactor  toted.  Both  soldiers  were 
stumped,  just  a  fleeting  vision  of  side-tracked 
"eats"  coming  their  way  passing  through  their 
minds.  Developments  shamed  them.  "1  know. 
I'll  leave  them  with  you — you  boys,"  declared 
the  visitor  triumphantly. 

"No,"  said  Buck.  "No — we  got  plenty  of 
things — canteen  n' everything."  Then  he  got 
an  inspiration.  "I  tell  you.  We'll  get  Jimmy's 
address  and  mail  them  to  him." 

"Could  we?"     And  her  eyes  sparkled. 

"Watch  us!"  said  Buck.  And  together  they 
found  Jimmy's  old  battery  clerk,  got  the  for- 
warding address,  visited  the  pleasant  "Y"  and 
had  an  all-around  pleasant  time  sending  Jimmy 
his  packages — all  except  one  which  his  mother 
decided  to  keep. 

Afterwards  it  came  to  Buck  that  maybe 
there  never  would  be  another  chance  for  this 
disappointed  but  cheerful  little  body  to  see  Old 
Custer.  So  he  showed  her  the  camp,  after  the 
manner  of  countless  other  such  showings,  took 
her  to  mess  at  the  battery — with  the  K.  P.'s 
after  the  boys  were  through — and  turned  an 
otherwise  idle — and,  mayhap,  lonesome — af- 
ternoon into  pleasure  for  both  of  them.  This 
was  a  wonderful  place  to  the  mother  of  Jimmy. 

And  when  he  put  her  on  the  bus,  about 
sundown,  and  couldn't  think  of  anything  ap- 
propriate to  say — being  just  an  ordinary  Yank 
like  you  or  me — she  turned  to  him  and  said: 
"Son,  why,  I  don't  even  know  your  name  I 
Oh,  yes,  it  matters  to  ME.  There's  something 
I  want  to  say  to  you.  You're  just  a — a  com- 
mon soldier,  aren't  you?"  There  was  no  em- 
barrassment in  Buck's  acknowledgment  of 
that  fact.  "Well,  all  the  better.  But  I  was 
going  to  tell  you.  I  used  to  worry  a  little  about 
letting  my  Jim  come  into  this  army — with  men 
like — like  I  didn't  know  what.  But  now,  son, 
I  Wcmt  to  tell  YOU.  I'm  glad  he  was  able  to 
come.  I'm  proud  he's  in  it."  The  car  was 
starting.  "Good-bye,  my  boy,  and — oh, 
yes,  this  is  yours."  And  she  left  an  embar- 
rassed buck  private  standing  by  the  road,  hold- 
ing that  last  package  and  looking  after  a  Camp 
Custer  jitney  with  mist  in  his  eyes. 


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13 


If 


If  you  can  hold  your  head  up  while  the  others 

Are  drooping  theirs  from  marches  and  fatigue; 

If  you  can  drill  in  dust  that  clouds  and  smothers, 

And  still  be  fit  to  hike  another  league — 

If  you  can  stand  the  greasy  food  and  dishes, 

The  long,  black  nights,  the  lonesome  road,  the  blues; 

If  you  can  laugh  at  sick  call  and  the  pill  boys 

When  all  the  other  lads  are  checking  in — 

If  you  can  kid  and  jolly  all  the  kill-joys. 

Who  long  ago  forgot  to  grin — 

If,  at  parade,  you  stand  fast  at  attention 

When  every  muscle  shrieks  aloud  in  pain; 

If  you  can  grin  and  snicker  at  the  mention 

Of  some  bone  play  connected  with  your  name — 

If  you  can  do  these  things  and  really  like  'em. 

You'll  be  a  reg'lar  soldier  yet,  old  top! 

PVT.  H.  MORRISH, 

Battery  B. 


( 


—  14  — 


Camp  Mills— As  It  Were 


"California  Avenue!  Back  way  to  Camp!" 
Far  away  in  sometime  Sunny  France  we  heard 
it  afterwards — the  only  line  to  any  camp  that 
ever  tickled  us  much.  "Back  way  to  Camp!" 
some  Buddy'd  yell  as  we  hit  the  dugout. 
"Back  way  to  Camp!"  as  we  trudged  up  the 
hill  to  Havre,  or  waded  the  mud  to  D'Auvours. 
It  was  the  line  that  made  Camp  Mills  stay 
famous. 

"Rockaway  Beach!"  A  joint  debate.  "Aw, 
come  on!  We  may  never  hit  this  neck  of  the 
woods  again. 

"Halt!  Who's  there?"  Pause.  "Soldier. 
And  say.  Jack,  whereinell  is  the  artillery?" 
Grins  from  the  guard.  "Seven  rows  of  tents 
back  and  three  over."  A  compree  look  with 
an  as-you-were  feeling.  Then  business  of  navi- 
gating the  sea  of  canvas  without  stumbling 
over  more  than  thirteen  ropes  and  getting 
more  than  a  battery  of  cusses. 

"No  drill  here,  boys.  No  place  for  it." 
This  from  plenty  of  the  countless  buddies  who 
gave  us  the  double  O  as  we  marched  in.  But 
we  policed  up  a  place,  hugging  the  fringe  of 
the  aviation  field. 

Sharp  staccato  explosions  overhead.  "Gosh, 
they're  noisy!"  Business  of  sunburning  the 
roofs  of  our  mouths  until  our  necks  hurt.  The 
idea  being  that  if  we  atmosphered  enough  we 
wouldn't  break  the  camouflage  book  regula- 
tions Over  There  and  turn  photographable 
countenances  to  enemy  airmen. 

"Overseas    caps,    men.       We'll    knock    'em 


dead  now!"  Grins  from  Old  Sol  and  Jupiter 
Pluvius.  Then  business  of  learning  to  squint 
agreeably. 

"Keep  wrappin'.  Jack,  you'll  reach  your 
neck,  all  right.  Gad!  Your  legs  look  like  O. 
D.  stick  candy!" 

"Br-r-r-!  Hold  'er,  Luke!  Wow,  but 
that's  frigid !  Who  ever  heard  of  piping  water 
from  Iceland  for  shower  baths.  Hawr!  Ha-wr! 
He  fell  in  the  sink  hole.  Here,  Jack,  I'll  throw 
you  my  Lifebuoy!" 

Mornings.  "Say,  you!  You  don't  need  to 
swallow  that  faucet.  There's  others  to  wash, 
y'know." 

Day-times.  "Damn  these  drills  in  the  heat! 
Damn  this  tent  furling  business!  Damn  these 
inspections!  Damn  the  dust!  Damn  this 
double  shuffle  clothing  issue!  Damn — I  Oh, 
sure,  I'll  take  a  pass!  Delighted!"  Aside  to 
Bunkie,   "Got  five  simoleons.  Bill?" 

Li'l  Ole  N'Yawk!  Rubberneck  busses! 
Broadway — lit  up,  be  it  dry  or  wet!  Follies! 
Coney — and  more  follies!  "Mills  ain't  so  bad 
as  it  might  be." 

"Wonder  if  I  can  get  all  that  junk  in  one 
roll."  And,  "Let's  get  one  more  striped  ice 
cream  cake,  eh?  Darn  near  forgot  those  sand- 
wiches, too."  The  last  hurried  postcards  out 
the  car  window  via  the  Kid  and  Nickel  Route. 
The  ferry  again.  The  hot  wait  in  the  dock 
shed.  The  printed  postals  with  "Arrived  safe- 
ly overseas"  on  them.  One  more  good  word 
for  the  Red  Cross.  The  gang  plank.  "Good- 
bye, Broadway!     Hello,  France!" 


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IF  ANOTHER  WAR  BREAKS  OUT 

PRACTICAL  METHODS  SUGGESTED  BY  EUPtRlEMCE 


or    OLD  MAN  EXPERIENCE    AZE 


WITH  THESE  MACHINES  THE  ARMY  COULD 
DQ  AWAY  WITH  THE  MEDICS 


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DEVICE  FOR  WA&HING  AND  DRYING  YOUR  MESSKIT 


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FEAR 


—  15 


ClotHes  and  tHe  Soldier 


Clothes  don't  make  the  man,  but  they  re- 
veal a  lot  about  him  and  the  American  sol- 
diers knew  it.  Their  desire  to  look  like  what 
they  were  made  a  certain  job  we  know  about 
in  the  batteries  anything  but  soft,  especially 
just  after  the  armistice  was  signed  and  the  fel- 
lows thought  it  was  time  to  dress  up  again. 

Aside  from  the  food  the  most  important 
issue  in  the  soldier's  life  was  his  clothes.  Not 
all  manner  of  wearing  apparel,  but  his  regula- 
tion outfit.  Fatigue  suits  and  denim  hats  were 
easy  to  get,  but  puttees  and  gloves,  they  were 
entirely  different.  When  an  organization  trav- 
eled, it  traveled  all  dressed  up;  that  was  part 
of  the  ordeal,  for  every  man  to  look  his  best. 
But  that  put  more  clothes  on  the  bum  than  any 
other  thing.  A  few  nights  in  a  French  box  car 
is  enough  for  any  suit,  but  it  did  not  always 
stand  to  reason  that  such  trips  marked  the  end 
of  its  service.  And  that  wasn't  the  supply  ser- 
geant's fault,  either. 

When  we  left  Camp  Custer  we  were  all 
equipped  with  two  complete  outfits,  but  at 
Camp  Mills  w^e  turned  the  extra  one  in  and 
drew  another  the  next  day.  We  did  the  same 
thing  the  next  two  days,  and  the  next  and  the 
next,  until  w^e  left.  And  it  just  so  happened, 
perhaps,  that  we  left  on  the  day  we  turned  in 
an  outfit;  so  when  we  landed  in  France  we  had 
but  one,  and  that  looked  more  like  we  had 
been  in  the  recent  battles  in  Flanders  than 
that  we  had  made  a  summertime  ocean  voy- 
age. From  then  on  we  had  but  one  outfit. 
That  was  supposed  to  be  complete  but  times 
may  be  recalled  when  an  article  or  two  was 
missing.  As  time  advanced  the  causes  for  the 
disappearance  of  articles  changed.      It  seemed 


Salesman:     What  size,  please? 

Returned    Soldier:      Oli,    any    size,    just    so    the    coat    and 
pants  are  the  same  color. 

—  16  — 


that  the  average  soldier  hiking  along  a  road 
under  full  pack  had  a  different  idea  of  neces- 
sary equipment  than  the  fellow  who  made  out 
the  original  clothing  allowance.  Anyhow,  be- 
fore the  regiment  w^as  long  in  France  the  fel- 
lows learned  to  travel  light,  and  get  along  with 
as  little  clothing  as  possible. 

The  first  time  a  soldier  appeared  in  a  mili- 
tary formation  the  clothes  he  wore  represented 
an  expenditure  of  approximately  $45.00.  That 
did  not  include  equipment  other  than  was 
necessary  for  presentation  as  a  soldier. 
There  are  many  articles  which  are  issued  as 
reserve,  and  as  changes,  dependent  upon  the 
weather.  The  original  clothing  allowance  con- 
sisted of: 

1    Waist  Belt 

1    Woolen  Breeches 

1    Hat 

1  Woolen  Coat 

2  Drawers 

1     Pair    Gloves 
1    Overcoat 

1  Pair  Leggins 

2  Flannel  Shirts 

1  Slicker 

4   Pairs  Stockings 

2  Undershirts 

The  overseas  allowance  differed  only  in 
style  of  the  garments.  The  old,  original  half 
leather  riding  leggins  used  by  the  artillery  were 
replaced  by  spiral  puttees  and  the  campaign 
hat  was  discarded  for  the  overseas  cap. 

For  the  man  who  was  accustomed  to  wear- 
ing tailor-made  garments  an  issue  of  army  ap- 
parel was  a  heart-breaking  shock.      It  was  a 
matter    of    taking   w^hat    could   be   had    rather 
than  getting  what  was  desired 
and    at   times,    especially   while 
in    the    advanced    zones,     any- 
thing would  do.     Men  ordinar- 
ily  wearing   size    32    breeches, 
10 '/2     socks     and     7-C     shoes, 
were    glad    to    grab    38    or    40 
breeches,    size     1 3    socks    and 
1  1  I^^-E   shoes,     being   satisfied 
to  get  something  to  replace  his 
falling-off  uniform. 

This  was  not  true,  however, 
after  the  fighting  w^as  over. 
The  supply  sergeants  had  a 
little  war  all  their  own  when 
the  time  came  to  go  home. 

As  a  general  rule,  after  a 
generous  issue  of  new  clothing, 
everything  would  go  along 
nicely  for  a  while,  then  things 
w^ould  begin  to  happen.  Ac- 
cording to  the  supply  ser- 
geant, it  was  impossible  for 
only  one  man  to  tear  up  a 
pair  of  trousers  in  a  day. 
Lots    of   days,    however,    there 


would  be  an  epidemic  of  destructive  in- 
fluences on  clothing  throughout  the  com- 
panies. "The  Wonderful  One  Hoss  Shay"  had 
nothing  on  army  clothes.  They  would  stand 
to  a  certain  point,  and  then  owner  was,  by  his 
own  volition,  confined  to  quarters  until  an  issue 
came  along ;  and  sometimes  for  a  long  time 
afterward. 

In  passing  from  the  topic  a  word  should  be 
said  in  behalf  of  the  supply  sergeants.  Cer- 
tainly there  was  no  grumblesome  disposition 
attendant  on  these  fellows  when  they  came 
into  the  army,  or  the  captains  would  not  have 
made  them  supply  sergeants,  so  the  conclusion 


reached  is  that,  if  they  seemed  an  unusual  lot, 
the  job  itself  had  something  to  do  with  it.  A 
little  confidential  talk  with  any  of  them  would 
convince  anyone  that  more  than  anything  else 
the  sergeant  would  choose  to  give  every  man 
just  what  he  wanted.  But  imagine  trying  to 
dress  up  two  hundred  men  of  various  sizes 
and  builds  with  about  half  a  dozen  standard 
army  sizes  and  cuts.  It  can't  be  done!  But 
this  much  anyhow;  our  regiment  never  failed 
to  pass  an  inspection  with  flying  colors,  and  it 
must  have  been  some  satisfaction  to  the  supply 
sergeants  to  know  that  others  thought  we 
looked  good,  whether  w^e  thought  we  did  or 
not. 


2i:id  Battery  of  the  1st  R.  O.  T.  C,  Ft.  Sheridan,  111. 


On  June  25th,  1917,  Doc.  Moore,  the  bam- 
boo sergeant,  tucked  his  corn-cob  up  his  sleeve, 
bawled  "Fall  in,"  and  the  2nd  Battery  of  the 
1  0th  P.  T.  R.,  Fort  Sheridan,  111.,  was  "on  the 
way."  On  the  second  morning  thereafter  the 
appearance  of  Lieut.  Curtis  Nance,  F.  A.,  in 
command  of  the  battery,  banished  any  sense 
of  security  or  confidence  any  of  the  120  men 
may  have  had  and  started  a  seven  weeks' 
course  of  nervous  high  tension.  Men  were 
charged,  tried,  and  convicted  in  rapid  succes- 
sion of  such  high  crimes  as  "dozing  in  the  west 
squad  room,"  not  "sitting  down  in  the  saddle," 
and  "looking  dumb."  From  the  ranks  such 
instructors  as  Lothrop,  Moore,  Baxter,  Gor- 
ton, Kelly,  Hodge,  Fitch,  Lance  and  Taylor 
poured  learning  in  specialized  concentrations 
into  the  candidates.  Volume  ill,  angles  of  sight, 
breech  blocks.  Rules  of  Land  Warfare  "death 
or  such  other  penalty  as  a  court  martial  may 
direct,"  fistulous  withers,  morning  reports  and 
the  first  faint  premonition  of  (P-T)  whirled 
before  our  eyes  in  kaleidoscopic  review.  Meth- 
ods of  handling  panoramic  sketching,  terrain- 
board  sensing  and  the  nomenclature  of  the 
horse  were  crude  and  feeble  in  the  light 
of  the  delicate  refinements  subsequently 
developed,  but  the  men  were  fired  with 
the  eager  thirst  for  mastery  of  these 
subjects.  The  raucous  tones  of  the 
buzzer  rose  from  beneath  every  shade 
tree  on  the  reservation. 

Then  came  the  horses  and  Riley's 
Bucks  ceased  grooming  to  give  the  can- 
didates a  chance  at  the  "strawberry 
roan"  and  others.  Equitation,  pair  drill 
•and  driving  led  up  to  a  few  memorable 
drives  wherein  the  candidates'  knowl- 
edge of  the  care,  driving  and  frailties 
of  the  army  horse  rose  from  zero  to  200 
per  cent. 

Through  the  clouds  of  dust,  heat  and 
confusion  certain  epoch-making  figures 
stand  out  in  clear  vision.  Lieutenant 
Gorton,  U.  S.  R.,  as  second  in  com- 
mand "dismissing  'em,"  Baxter  in 
"shake    'em    out,"    Second    Lieutenant 


Phillips  in  "march  'em  in,  sergeant,"  Kelly's 
confession  of  poor  pronunciation  in  early  youth, 
Supply  Sergeant  Smith's  intermittent  offers  of 
physical  violence,  Lange's  wild  ride,  Connor's 
reversible  saddle.  Gay  as  a  bonfire  orator,  and 
the  swift  promotion  and  reduction  of  Peterson 
are  beyond  forgetting.  Then,  too,  the  battery 
developed  esprit  de  corps  in  spite  of  its  short 
life.  The  overnight  bivouac  in  the  lumpiest 
field  in  Illinois,  the  Chicago  parade  with  Rus- 
sian ovation,  and  the  final  banquet  at  the  Mor- 
raine,  were  our  best-known  formations  off  the 
reservation. 

The  final  days  in  the  sweltering  August  sun 
were  full  of  anxiety  and  despondency.  The 
mental  strain  on  those  who  had  survived  the 
process  of  elimination  was  great.  A  loud  voice 
in  the  squad  room  or  a  heavy  tread  in  the  hall 
wrought  consternation  to  all  within  hearing. 
When  the  final  lists  were  read  and  orders  to 
report  at  Custer  distributed,  the  battery  dis- 
solved without  ceremony  and  sixty-five  officers 
scattered  for  a  two  w^eeks'  rest. 

The  enthusiasm  and  eagerness  developed  in 


A  Conple  of  Fort  Sheridan  "Snap  Shots" 


17  — 


the  2nd  Battery  survived  and  the  influence  of 
the  example  of  Lieut.  Curtis  Nance,  Battery 
Commander,  remained  to  aid  the  graduates 
in   the   work   before   them. 


Battery  A's  genial  skipper — Captain  Moore 
— doubtless  left  a  longer  trial  of  jokes,  original 
and  aboriginal,  pranks,  harmless  and  devilish, 
cuss  words,  novel  and  otherwise,  behind  him 
than  any  man  that  ever  taught  a  rookie  how 
to  equitate.  He  invariably  got  away  with 
them,  too. 

But  one  day  at  Fort  Sheridan  he  pulled  one 
that  nearly  broke  up  the  party.  He  was  equi- 
tation instructor  there  and  had  his  charges — 
and  chargers — out  at  the  edge  of  the  field  giv- 
ing them  hallelujah.  "What's  a  matter  there? 
Sit  down  in  them  saddles !  Are  you  a  lot  of 
blankety-blank-blank  blankeses?"  he  howled. 
And  then  observed  that  the  woods  were  full 
of  a  ministers'  picnic.  "Countermarch!"  he 
yowled.  "Trot!  E-Yo!  Gallop!  YO-O! 
This  is  NO  place  for  a  leather  vocabulary!" 

One  of  the  Captain's  pupils  at  Sheridan  was 
a  short,  fat  individual  who  found  equitation  a 
sad  proposition  indeed.  His  arms  and  legs 
would  flop  up  and  down  as  he  bounced  un- 
mercifully in  the  saddle.  One  day  Capt.  Moore 
noted  him  careening  thus  and  yelled,  "Sit 
down  in  that  saddle  there!  What's  the  mat- 
ter with  you?      You  ain't  no  angel!" 


A  One-Man  Radio   Set 

A  series  of  experiments  by  the  radio  detail 
of  the  329th  while  in  Camp  Custer,  resulted 
in  the  construction  of  an  entirely  new  and  orig- 
inal apparatus  which  might  aptly  be  styled,  "a 
one-man  portable  radio  set." 

The  radio  sets  of  the  allied  armies  retained 
a  number  of  cumbersome  features,  chief  of 
which  were  the  bamboo  poles,  upon  which  the 
aerial  is  strung,  and  the  necessary  ropes  and 
stakes  which  give  the  areal  stability.  The  one- 
man  radio  set  eliminated  the  poles  altogether. 
An  aerial  made  of  brass  strips  was  placed  on 
the  top  of  a  derby  hat  and  by  means  of  straps 
a  specially  constructed  storage  battery  and  a 
small  sending  outfit  w^as  suspended  from  the 
operator's  shoulders  and  hung  at  his  back. 
Another  set  of  straps  held  a  receiving  appa- 
ratus, together  with  a  sending  key,  directly  in 
front  of  the  operator.  Laying  a  ground  wire 
was  a  simple  matter. 

Thus  the  essentials  of  a  radio  station,  the 
aerial,  ground  wire,  receiving  and  sending  fea- 
tures were  combined,  and  the  entire  outfit 
weighed  but  fourteen  pounds. 

The  arrangement  as  described  was  com- 
pleted under  the  direction  of  Sergeant  Char- 
bineau  and  in  a  practical  demonstration  before 
Capt.  Taylor  and  Lieut.  Sargent,  proved  highly 
successful  for  short  range  work. 


18 


Over  tHe  Pond 


Nothing  in  the  entire  war  was  more  dra- 
matically significant  of  "America's  Answer" 
to  the  autocratic  powers  of  Central  Europe 
than  the  spectacle  of  our  convoy  as  it  sailed 
down  the  harbor  of  New  York,  out  into  the 
sea.  Single  file  they  came,  out  past  the  girl 
every  man  left  behind,  under  the  warm  sun  of 
that  July  day.  We  took  our  last,  long  look  at 
the  good  old  Statue  of  Liberty, 
as  we  thought,  "Who  knows  - 
when  we'll  see  Her  again." 

To  the  onlooker  this  must 
have  been  a  strange  scene — 
this  silent  procession  of  trans- 
ports with  their  grotesque  color- 
ings in  camouflage,  bent  on  the 
most  serious  business  ever  un- 
dertaken on  the  seas  by  such 
ships,  moving  calmly  out  into 
the  troubled  waters  of  the  At- 
lantic. The  men  on  deck  were 
quiet  except  for  an  occasional 
hand-wave  to  a  passing  freight- 
ferry  or  any  one  of  the  multi- 
tude of  small  fry  that  infest  the 
harbor. 

It  was  midafternoon  when  ^.^..^..^^^^^ 
the  convoy  assumed  a  forma- 
tion protected  by  a  British  cruiser  and  an 
American  destroyer  which  took  the  lead,  small 
sub-chasers  describing  a  circle  around  the  en- 
tire convoy  and  two  seaplanes  circling  over- 
head. Taking  in  the  whole  scene  we  felt  a 
thrill  of  pride  which  for  the  moment  lifted  us 
above  the  seriousness  of  the  business  in  w^hich 
we  were  soon  to  be  engaged. 

Our  initiation  as  ocean  travelers  came  rudely 
and  abruptly.  Scarcely  had  the  afternoon 
wore  away,  when  a  storm  began  to  rise  and 
the  ship  to  roll.  That  was  a  sad  night  for 
most  of  us  and  one  that  brought  wonderful 
and  terrible  sights  with  the  coming  of  day;  but 
we  pass  it  by,    seasickness  being   something   it 


Those  Life  Preservers 

They   were   comforts, 

They  ^ere  beds; 
They  were  pillows 
for  our  heads — 
And  they  fit  just  like  a  dromedary's 
hump. 

Down  to   mess,   or 
On   the  deck — 
Wind    protectors 
For   your   neck — 
You    could    play    'em    for    an    ever- 
lastin'    trump. 

Wear  'em,   tear  'em, 

Give   'em  hell — 
Never  leave  'em 

For   a   spell 

As  they  looked  the  g^oods  in  case  of 
briny  Jump. 


isn't  even  pleasant  to  laugh  about  afterwards. 
By  noon  it  was  fairly  calm  again,  and  it  wasn't 
long  before  the  boys  were  back  in  little  har- 
mony groups  again  singing  as  though  they 
hadn't  lately  prayed  for  sudden  death. 

They  sang  out  into  the  clear  air  of  the  sea 

and    their   harmony   penetrated     to     the    very 

stokeholes.     It  could  be  heard  no  matter  w^here 

you  went.      It  was  the  best  ex- 

pression     these    blithe     fellows 

could  give  of  their  determina- 
tion to  "Carry  On."  They 
sang  the  lullabies  of  Old  Ken- 
tucky, the  old  time  love  songs 
and  the  popular  soldier  songs 
of  the  day — while  they  w^atched 
the  sunset  out  on  the  deep. 
Beautiful  thing,  that  sunset! 
A  sort  of  purple  hush  on  the 
restless  main ;  a  subtle  con- 
founding of  those  countless 
mysteries  which  are  the  sea. 

A  stir  that  might  have  lasted 
an  hour,  seeking  places  to  hang 
hammocks,  and  we  were 
dreaming  of  those  we  had  left 
at  home.  Many  slept  on  deck, 
"  reveling  in  the  tang  of  salt  air, 
and  a  few  stragglers  leaned  on 
the  rail  and  looked  out  into  space  for  hours. 
Sleep  did  not  appeal  to  them.  The  water 
looked  cold  and  even  defiant  as  each  wave 
hurled  itself  against  the  ship,  but  the  steady 
pulsations  of  the  engine  below  gave  an  assur- 
ance of  progress.  The  warmth  of  the  smoke 
stack  was  quite  friendly  to  the  guard  as  the 
wind  blew  colder.  Down  below  a  thousand 
hammocks  swung  in  cadence  with  the  roll  of 
the  ship.  By  the  third  day  we  were  all  prety 
well  seasoned  to  ocean  travel. 

Nearly  every  one  of  the  eleven  days  was 
calm  and  the  weather  continued  fine.  It  grew 
monotonous  at  length,  for  nothing  exciting  oc- 
curred except  the  appearance  of  a  whale  and 


The  New  Zealand  Troopship  Manng'anui — They  say  she  was   subsequently  torpedoed — We'll  never  miss  her 

—  19  — 


a  sunset  exhibition  by  a  school  of  porpoises. 
There  was  quite  a  flutter  when  Jonah's  friend 
appeared.  He  rose  to  the  top  as  cautiously  as 
any  sub,  but  when  he  blew  a  spout  of  water 
into  the  cur  we  hailed  him  gleefully  as  a  deep 
sea  performer  we'd  always  wanted  to  see. 
Swimming  in  pairs  and  squads,  the  porpoises 
would  put  on  their  spectacular  leaps  for  us, 
and  it  got  to  be  great  sport  for  all  to  yell 
"Ah-h-h-h"  in  chorus  as  they'd  rise  up  grace- 
fully and  plunge. 


"I  fain  would  feed  the  fishes,"  said  the  Cap- 
tain to  the  Lute. 
"I    fain    would    not,"    replied    the    blithe 
shavetail. 
But  after  Cap  had  done  hij  darndest  for  the 
fry. 
He'd    like    as    not    find    Looey    at    the    rail. 

The    Sarge    would    laugh    at    poor    old    Buck, 
lost  in  his  misery. 
And    boast,    "This    heaving    up    is    not    my 
style." 
But   Buck'd  find   him   makin'    tragic   faces   at 
the  sea. 
And  prayin'  death  to  save  him  after  while. 

In  fact,  the  man  who  laughs  the  best  when 
Neptune's  runnin'  high 
Is  he  who  doesn't  laugh,   out  loud,  at  all. 
For,   when   you   brag   you're  jake   no   matter 
how    she   rolls. 
You're  sure  as  blazes  ridin'  for  a  fall. 


Once  in  a  while  our  vessels  would  signal 
each  other  with  their  whistles  (ours  was  the 
first  convoy,  incidentally,  to  use  whistle  sig- 
nals), or  salute  a  returning  ship.  When  we 
first  heard  this  we  rushed  on  deck.  Surely 
there  must  be  a  submarine  in  sight  at  last.  But 
no  sub  came.  There  was  a  feeling  of  disappoint- 
ment which  is  hard  to  understand.  We  should, 
of  course,  have  been  glad  that  we  were  still 
safe;  but  perhaps  this  is  just  one  of  the  little 
psychological  observations  which  show  best 
the  spirit  of  these  men.  There  is  a  saying  that 
the  Yanks  use  a  lot  and  there  is  nothing  that 
they  say  among  themselves  that  better  shows 
the  kind  of  men  they  are.  It  is  "Let's  Go!" 
If  the  vessel  slowed  down  or  got  behind  for 
any  reason,  either  to  take  another  position  in 
the  convoy  or  to  make  some  strategic  move 
which  would  mislead  pursuers,  we  would  all 
be  on  edge  and  want  to  get  off  and  walk.  It 
is  an  expression  of  the  Yankee  spirit  of  "get 
there."  The  same  spirit  carried  these  men 
across  the  Pond,  across  England,  through 
France  and  across  No  Man's  Land.  Every 
creak  of  a  rope,  every  click  of  a  rail,  the 
rumble  of  caissons  over  the  road,  everything 
that  spoke  of  motion  was  music  to  their  ears. 

One  bright  morning  the  mountains  along  the 
Irish  coast  came  into  view — our  first  glimpse 


of  the  Old  World.  Looking  out  on  our  fleet, 
we  thought  of  the  days  we  had  spent  with  our 
course  set — however  ziz-zag  in  its  windings — 
toward  these  hills.  At  last  we  had  them  in 
view,  and  subconsciously  we  gave  credit  to 
those  men  who  mapped  that  great  highway  of 
civilization,  who  sailed  for  days,  weeks  or 
months  straight  towards  a  goal  beyond  all 
vision,  who  in  the  darkest  night  could  tell  just 
where  they  were.  To  those  who  have  never 
been  on  the  ocean  before  there  is  a  spell  in  its 
rolling  waves.  There  appears  in  our  imagina- 
tion the  great  navies  which  have  disputed  the 
control  of  these  waters  that  never  rest — the 
pirate  fleets  of  such  as  Captain  Drake — and 
the  little  trio  that  came  across  to  discover  our 
fair  land  for  freedom's  sake — not  forgetting 
the  Vikings  with  their  sturdy  oarsmen  whose 
fame  is  written  in  the  folk  lore  of  their  hardy 
country. 

But  these  hills  upon  the  horizon  are  still  a 
long  way  off  and  the  topic  of  the  moment  is, 
"How  long  will  it  take  us  to  reach  land?" 
All  day  we  sailed  and  gradually  they  grew 
larger  and  a  long  range  came  into  view  as  we 
set  out  northward  to  make  our  way  into  the 
Irish  Sea.  Another  day  and  we  awoke  with 
a  heavy  fog  around  us.  The  outlines  of  the 
other  boats  were  scarcely  discernible  for 
hours.  When  the  curtain  lifted  the  scene  had 
changed.  The  sun  did  not  shine  till  well  in 
the  afternoon,  but  we  had  friends.  Scattered 
in  every  direction  and  tearing  up  the  waters 
with  a  wake  that  streamed  far  back  on  their 
circling  path  came  the  British  destroyers  that 
w^ere  to  "tuck  us  in."  We  rose  to  our  feet  and 
cheered  a  mighty  cheer.  The  appearance  of 
these  racy  boats  was  as  inspiring  a  sight  as 
we  had  witnessed  so  far.  Their  long,  rakish 
hulls,  low  in  the  water,  and  their  sprightly 
maneuvering  showed  that  they  had  been  de- 
signed for  their  one  purpose  in  life — action. 
Their  snow-plow  bow^s  cut  the  water  like  razors. 
Four  big  stacks  gave  the  impression  of  power. 
As  one  approached  us  a  signalman  whipped 
out  the  word  "L-1-V-E-R-P-O-O-L." 

Again  the  fog  fell.  The  night  dragged  in- 
terminably, as  we  rolled  in  the  mist  at  half 
speed.  All  night  the  whistles  blew  and  the 
sirens  howled  to  prevent  collision.  Sleep  was 
well  nigh  impossible.  The  clamor  brought  to 
us  for  the  first  time  some  realization  of  the 
lurking  dangers  of  the  sea.  Very  early  we 
came  to  a  standstill.  TTie  water  was  still.  The 
rolling  motion,  which  had  become  almost  sec- 
ond nature  to  us  by  now,  ceased.  We  must 
have  made  the  harbor.  Morning — and  still 
the  fog,  but  finally  the  sun  broke  through  and 
we  found  ourselves  riding  close  up  to  the  float- 
ing docks  of  the  largest  seaport  in  the  world 
— Liverpool. 

PVT.  LEWIS  G.  WILLS. 

Battery  A. 


—  20  — 


Getting 
Busy 


THe  Advance  Party 


About  the  first  of  July,  1918,  the  following 
officers  and  men  were  selected  from  the  329th 
F.  A.  to  become  a  part  of  the  85th  Division 
School  Detachment:  Major  G.  V.  N.  Loth- 
rop;  Lieuts.  R.  Loeffler,  M.  L.  Gorton,  H.  B. 
Stover,  A.  C.  Gerber,  Sheffield,  Wm.  R.  Car- 
rico,  H.  M.  Hicks,  H.  G.  Sparks. 

Sergeants — P.  D.  Merri- 
field,  C.  A.  Wilson.  H.  C. 
Miller,  McLaughlin,  Carney, 
Schneller. 

Corporals — W.  Gritman,  H. 
H.  Roberts,  G.  T.  Carlson,  E. 
R.  Peckham,  P.  L.  Pollefeyt, 
F.  C.  Leitch,  Wm.  D.  McKel- 
lar,  "Ted"  Pontius,  and  Chad- 
wick. 

Privates  —  J.  H.  McCor- 
mick,  W.  S.  Hulme,  R.  P. 
Felber,  D.  S.  McMillan,  Gus- 
tafFson.  Finlay,  Fitzpatrick, 
Kaushcky,  Coffman,  Temple, 
Philo. 

We  left  Camp  Custer  on 
July  1 0,  by  train,  stopping  at 
Detroit,  Buffalo  and  other  sta- 
tions for  refreshments  served 
by  the  Red  Cross,  landing  in 
Hoboken  at  2:30  p.  m.  on 
the  1  1  th.  Proceeded  from 
there  to  Camp  Mills  where  we 
were  quartered  in  tents.  At 
this  camp  we  w^ere  furnished 
w^ith  new  clothing,  in  other 
words  "dressed  up,"  and  un- 
derwent a  physical  examina- 
tion each  day.  Our  stay  at 
Camp  Mills  was  very  pleasant 
as  well  as  expensive.  Our 
passes  to  New  York,  bathing  beaches,  and 
other  places  of  interest,  were  plentiful,  and 
what  we  did  not  do  and  see  is  hardly  worth 
mentioning. 

On  Saturday,  July  20,  after  being  equipped 
with  the  necessary  clothing  for  overseas  serv- 
ice, another  "advance  party"  was  picked  from 
the  detachment,  and  given  what  proved  to  be 
a  very  appropriate  name,  "Baggage  Detail," 
whose  duty  it  was  to  load  and  unload  trunks, 
bed-rolls,  barrack  bags  and  other  equipment. 
The  story  of  that  baggage  detail  if  put  in  writ- 
ing would  make  a  volume,  and  the  expressions 
uttered  while  handling  would  not  pass  the 
censor.  Search  warrants  were  necessary  in  the 
finding  of  the  men  for  this  kind  of  detail ;  can- 
didates were  conspicuous  by  their  absence.  On 
to  a  train  at  Camp  Mills  bound  for  Brooklyn, 
thence  transferred  to  a  large  scow  which  took 
it,  with  the  detail,  down  the  river  where  it 
was  again  transferred,  this  time  to  the  Steamer 
Canopic  for  Europe. 

(The  word  Canopic  has  a  meaning  all  of  its 
own,  which  only  officers  and   men  who  were 


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unfortunate  enough  to  be  on  it  can  explain.) 
On  the  morning  of  July  2 1  st,  the  baggage 
detail  was  met  by  the  rest  of  the  detachment 
from  Camp  Mills  and  loaded  aboard  the 
Canopic  which  left  its  pier  at  4  p.  m.  on  the 
first  lap  of  the  long  journey,  our  destination 
a  "mystery."  While  going  up  the  gang  plank 
each  man  was  handed  a  card 
that  had  printed  on  it  the 
number  of  his  bunk  and  the 
"sitting"  he  was  to  eat  with. 
Each  mess  hall  on  the  boat 
had  a  seating  capacity  of 
about  250  men  at  a  time.  The 
men  to  eat  at  each  mess  room 
were  divided  into  groups,  and 
each  group  was  called  a  "sit- 
ting," of  which  there  were 
three.  What  greeted  the  men 
upon  entering  the  mess  hall 
and  after  they  were  seated 
had  better  be  left  to  the  imag- 
ination, but  memories  of  these 
trying  days  will  live  forever. 
A  convoy  of  fourteen  ships 
were  gotten  together,  some 
carrying  soldiers  and  some 
munitions,  and  were  anchored 
in  the  bay  for  the  night.  At 
9:30  a.  m.,  July  22,  a  battle 
cruiser  steamed  out  to  the 
ships.  Anchors  were  lifted 
and  the  journey  started  in 
earnest.  The  sea  was  very 
calm  and  the  sun  hot  for  the 
start.  The  first  day  at  sea  a 
boat  drill  was  chosen  as  one 
of  the  daily  "pastimes."  Each 
man  w^as  assigned  to  a  certain 
part  of  the  ship's  decks,  w^here  his  organiza- 
tion was  to  meet  in  case  of  a  submarine  attack. 
Life  belts  were  worn  in  the  "alert"  position, 
which  was  the  style  at  this  meeting,  and  from 
then  on  were  our  companions  every  minute  of 
the  day  and  night.  One  of  the  redeeming  fea- 
tures about  these  life  belts  was  the  surprisingly 
good  pillows  and  mattresses  they  made  while 
lying  on  the  deck.  The  first  week  afforded  us 
lots  of  pleasure.  Daily  boxing  matches  w^ere 
held  and  the  ship's  mascot,  a  monkey,  also 
afforded  us  a  little  amusement  after  much 
teasing. 

The  days  passed  rather  slowly  and  the  sea 
became  quite  excitable  as  we  rounded  w^hat 
most  everyone  thought  was  the  North  Pole. 
The  temperature  was  low,  with  no  sign  of  land 
or  submarines.  On  the  morning  of  August  2, 
1918,  our  convoy  was  met  by  a  "flock"  of  sub- 
marine destroyers  and  the  battle  cruiser  left 
us. 

On  the  same  day  "subs"  were  sighted  by  the 
destroyers  and  things  were  a  trifle  exciting  for 
a  while.     Depth  bombs  were  dropped  into  the 


6" 


■23  — 


water,  which  resulted  in  the  destruction  of  two 
U-boats  which  had  evidently  planned  on  a 
fine   "haul." 

This,  our  twelfth  day  on  the  ocean,  was  the 
most  joyous  day  spent  on  the  boat.  Late  in 
the  afternoon  land  was  sighted  for  the  first 
time.  The  following  morning  found  every- 
body up  bright  and  early  for  sight-seeing  pur- 
poses. The  boats  were  anchored  in  the  har- 
bor at  Liverpool  in  a  position  which  afforded 
us  an  excellent  view  of  the  surrounding  coun- 
try. We  started  through  the  locks  about  9 
a.  m.  and  docked  about  noon.  While  wait- 
ing to  get  ashore  we  amused  ourselves  by 
throwing  American  coins  to  the  English  chil- 
dren who  had  gathered  there  to  greet  us.  At 
noon  we  got  off  the  boat,  setting  foot  on  land 
for  the  first  time  in  fourteen  days,  and  hiked 
through  a  portion  of  Liverpool  to  a  Rest  Camp 
named  Knotty  Ash,  about  ten  miles  from  the 
heart  of  the  city.  This  camp  and  its  surround- 
ings are  very  beautiful  and  our  two  days'  stay 
afforded  great  opportunities  for  sightseeing. 
We  left  Knotty  Ash  at  noon,  Monday,  August 
5,  hiked  to  Liverpool,  where  a  train  awaited 
our  arrival,  and  departed  at  2  p.  m.  for  Win- 
chester, going  through  Birmingham  and  Ox- 
ford. This  trip  gave  us  an  opportunity  of 
viewing  the  beautiful  fields  of  England,  which 
certainly  live  up  to  their  reputation.  We  ar- 
rived in  Winchester  at  9  p.  m.  the  same  day 
and  marched  through  the  rain  for  a  distance 
of  ten  miles  to  another  Rest  Camp,  called  Morn 
Hill. 

Our  stay  at  Morn  Hill  was  of  five  days' 
duration.  This  time  we  spent  in  visiting  Win- 
chester, and  its  places  of  interest,  as  well  as 
the  many  villages  around  the  camp.  In  Win- 
chester we  visited  the  Great  Hall  of  Winchester 
Castle  which  was  built  or  enlarged  by  William 
the  Conqueror  in  1066-1087.  On  Monday, 
November  17th,  1603,  the  trial  of  Sir  Walter 
Raleigh  took  place  there.  He  was  condemned 
to  death,  but  the  sentence  was  not  carried  out 
until  a  later  date. 

A  few  days  afterwards  Lord  Cobham,  Sir 
Griffin,  Markham,  Watson  and  Clarke  were 
here  tried  and  condemned  for  the  same  con- 
spiracy. The  two  latter  were  executed  forth- 
with; the  others  were  repreived.  Many  other 
noted  men  of  those  days  were  also  condemned 
here.  It  is  there  that  the  Round  Table  of  King 
Arthur  hangs,  and  it  is  one  of  the  most  inter- 
esting and  ancient  pieces  of  carpentry  in  the 
kingdom.  It  is  composed  of  strong  oak 
planks,  1  8  feet  in  diameter,  and  could  therefore 
afford  ample  seating  space  for  a  sovereign  and 
twenty-four  knights.  At  the  back  were  twelve 
martice  holes  to  receive  tenons,  and  there  is 
also  evidence  of  a  central  support,  proving 
that   the  table   originally  had   legs,    and    that. 


though  for  more  than  500  years  it  has  hung  in 
its  present  position,  such  was  not  originally  the 
case.  Many  other  ancient  things  were  to 
be  seen  in  this  hall. 

We  also  visited  the  Cathedral  and  the  West 
Gate,  which  contains  many  relics  of  the  olden 
days.  Winchester  itself  being  ancient  made 
our  five  days'  stay  pleasant  but  busy  in  order 
to  see  everything  of  interest. 

On  Saturday,  August  1  0,  we  left  Morn  Hill 
for  Southampton,  arriving  there  shortly  after 
noon,  and  after  a  few  hours'  wait  boarded  the 
steamer  Charles,  formerly  The  Harvard,  an 
American  boat,  and  under  the  cover  of  dark- 
ness, accompanied  by  "sub"  chasers,  sneaked 
across  the  English  Channel  to  La  Havre,  where 
we  landed  the  following  noon  and  proceeded 
to  Rest  Camp  No.  2. 

On  Monday  the  advance  party  was  broken 
up,  leaving  the  detachment  from  the  1 60th 
Artillery  Brigade  to  travel  their  way  alone. 
The  other  branches  of  the  service,  from  the 
85  th  Division,  taking  a  different  route.  We 
left  La  Havre  at  noon,  this  time  in  a  little  dif- 
ferent style,  however,  in  "side  door  Pullmans" 
which  in  France  are  about  the  size  of  a  "50 
centime  bill,"  with  our  old  side  pal  "Corne  I. 
Willy"  always  at  our  command.  We  made 
many  stops,  some  two  hours  long,  during  which 
we  were  permitted  to  get  out  and  stretch  our 
legs.      Our  longest  stop  was  at  Rennes. 

After  a  few  hours'  stay  at  Rennes  we  de- 
parted, arriving  at  Guer  which  proved  to  be 
the  end  of  our  journey  by  rail,  at  10:30  a.  m., 
August  1  4,  from  whence  we  hiked  through  the 
sun's  hot  rays  five  miles  to  Camp  Coetquidan. 
At  this  camp  we  were  comfortably  quartered 
and  well  fed. 

Our  schooling  started  Friday,  August  1 6. 
Some  of  the  men  were  supposed  to  have  taken 
up  observing  and  orientation,  but  as  classes 
in  these  two  subjects  were  not  open  to  en- 
listed men,  they  were  sent  to  either  the  radio 
telegraphy,  telephone  or  materiel  classes,  and 
after  the  close  of  our  school  "term"  were  as- 
signed to  their  respective  duties  with  the  regi- 
ment. The  schooling  lasted  about  six  weeks, 
but  in  the  meantime  the  regiment  moved  into 
the  camp  from  Messac,  and  when  they  started 
firing  on  the  range  the  advance  party  took  up 
the  regular  duties  for  which  they  had  been 
trained. 

We  wish  to  thank  all  the  officers  for  the 
kindnesses  shown  during  our  travels  overseas 
to  our  training  camp,  with  special  mention  to 
Major  Lothrop,  who  was  ever  looking  after 
our  wants  and  comfort  and  we  dare  say  that 
no  body  of  men  ever  traveled  under  any  more 
pleasant  conditions  than  did  the  School  Detach- 
ment from  the   I  60th  Field  Artillery  Brigade. 


—  24  — 


Saumur  Artillery  School 


Down  in  the  Valley  of  the  Anjous,  where 
the  lazy  Loire  lolls  by,  there's  a  quaint  and 
charming  little  old  city  called  Saumur.  From 
the  car  window  it  looks  quite  like  innumerable 
other  French  towns — old  and  wan  and  given 
somewhat  to  frowsiness.  But  upon  closer  ex- 
amination it  proves  to  be  "lousy  with  history" 
— to  use  the  Yank  superlative — and  interest- 
ing to  an  unusual  degree.  It  is  the  Athens  of 
A.  E.  F.  activities. 

Here  in  the  days  of  old  the  Kings  of  Anjou 
flourished,  died  and  left  their  mark  on  history 
and  the  landscape.  High  on  the  hill  one  of 
the  largest  and  most  impregnable  of  their 
strongholds  still  stands — the  Chateau  de  Sau- 
mur— started  in  900  and  finished  some  time  in 
I  400 — a  monument  to  feudalism  and  the  pa- 
tience of  centuries.  This  castle  has  figured  in 
romances  of  the  Williamson  quick-scenery  type 
and  still  takes  up  considerable  space  in  Bae- 
deker's guide,  deservedly  so.  It  is  a  marvel 
of  masonry. 

Built  of  cut  stone  on  the  sheer  face  of  a 
clifF,  it  has  all  the  features  of  legendary  archi- 
tecture, clear  down  to  the  dungeon  with  its 
torture  rack  and  chute  for  the  disposal  of 
surplus  corpses.  There  is  the  huge  outer  wall 
more  than  200  feet  high  in  places  and  wide 
enough  on  top  for  a  wagon  to  pass.  There  is 
the  provision  tunnel,  which  drops  250  feet 
straight  down  from  the  courtyard  and  comes 
out  1 2  kilometers  on  the  other  side  of  the 
river.  The  immense  inner  court,  the  little 
village  within  the  walls;  the  museum  of  an- 
tique treasures;  the  guest  chambers,  the  tower, 
from  which  you  can  look  down  upon  one  of 
the  prettiest  valleys  in  Europe. 

Over  there  is  the  Chateau  de  Suozay,  where 
Margaret   of   Anjou    ("the   most   unhappy   of 
queens,    wives    and    mothers")    died    in    1482. 
Yonder   stands   the    Grande    Dalman,    a   huge 
box  mound  of  granite — in  a  land  where  there 
is  no  granite — said   to   have  been   erected  by 
the   Druids   in    the   days   of  Very   Old.       Most 
every  spire  or  ancient  windmill  had  its  story 
or  its  legend.     And,  curiously  enough,  practi- 
cally every  noticeable  point  in  the  landscape 
has  its  co-ordinates  now  and  can 
be  used   in   connection  vrith  artil- 
lery   maneuvering    or    sketching, 
which  brings  us  down  to  the  bur- 
den of  our  story. 

It  was  here  in  this  history-laden 
country  that  our  A.  E.  F.  officer 
candidates  went  to  school.  Six- 
teen Three  Twenty-Niners  —  all 
picked  men — went  there  to  learn 
artillery  (better  to  get  a  grasp  on 
the  subject  which  is  the  deepest 
and  most  scientific  in  all  modern 
warfare)  and  incidentally  to  up- 
hold the  reputation  of  the  regi- 
ment.      Not    one     of    them     fell 


down.  Orders  came  along  from  Washington 
squelching  commissions  after  the  armistice,  but 
they  didn't  keep  our  boys  from  bringing  home 
the  equivalent. 

The  artillery  school  proper  was  located  in 
what  used  to  be  the  famous  Saumur  Ecole  de 
Cavalerie,  the  French  school  of  equitation,  fa- 
mous internationally  since  the  latter  part  of 
the  eighteenth  century.  This  was  taken  over 
by  our  Government  along  in  January,  1918, 
and  devoted  to  the  diligent  instruction  of  artil- 
lery. To  begin  with  only  a  handful  of  officers 
were  turned  out  monthly.  By  the  time  our 
men  reached  Saumur  over  2,000  men  were  in 
training  there  and  more  than  600  being  grad- 
uated every  month. 

There  were  two  firing  ranges,  run  at  a  cost 
approximating  $30,000  a  day;  an  immense 
topographical  department,  with  all  the  equip- 
ment known  to  modern  artillery;  fleets  of 
French  camions  for 
field  service  transporta- 
tion; bicycles  for  the 
same  purpose;  teams 
and  MATERIEL  for 
mounted  drill  and  ma- 
neuvers; a  miniature 
range  for  firing  prac- 
tice; aerial  photo- 
graphic displays;  an 
enemy  MATERIEL  ex- 
hibit; an  electrically  op- 
erated "Probable  Er- 
marvel,  etc.,  etc. 

System  and  efficiency 
marked     the    place. 
Everything  was  run  on 
a     result-getting    basis. 
Schedules    for    a   week 
ahead    showed    exactly 
what      was      to 
be     done     and 
where      classes, 
etc.,  would  take 


25 


place ;  and  the  schedules  went  through  rain  or 
shine.  Candidates  were  grouped  by  divisions 
and  instructed  by  sections — about  twenty  men 
to  a  section. 

Men  from  all  over  the  A.  E.  F.  (and  that, 
of  course,  means  from  all  over  the  States) 
were  studying  there  and  "monkey-business" 
was  not  in  the  curriculum.  Many  of  the  braini- 
est men  in  the  U.  S.  Artillery  were  instructing 
and  lecturing  there  and  it  was  our  pleasure 
to  know  and  receive  instruction  from  some 
of  the  brighest  and  best  known  men  France 
had  in  the  war.  For  example.  Captain  Drey- 
fus, the  man  who  invented  "the  study  of  prob- 
abilities" in  artillery,  practically,  and  who  was 
the  first  to  figure  out  the  correct  "dope"  on 
the  big  gun  Germany  used  on  Paris. 

Equitation,  instead  of  being  a  nuisance,  was 
a  glorious  pastime  there.  We  couldn't  get  half 
enough  of  it.  In  place  of  the  conventional 
army  "rabbit,"  we  rode  upon  blooded  racing 
steeds  and  famous  French  chargers,  many  of 
them  trained  to  hurdle  higher  than  its  healthy 
to  ride.  Huge  riding  halls,  covered  with  a 
foot  and  a  half  of  powdered  tanbark,  were  the 
scene  of  these  activities.  We  ate  in  comfort- 
able mess  halls  with  sure  'nuff  dishes.  Our 
barracks  were  kept  clean  by  regulation  FEMMES 
DU  CHAMBRE. 

We  had  our  setting-up  exercises  under  the 
snappiest  British  sergeant  that  ever  bit  off  an 
order.      He  had  been  a  physical  instructor  be- 


fore the  war  and  he  could  galvanize  a  wooden 
Indian  into  action. 

We  worked  and  studied  ;  served  the  pieces 
and  fired  problems  on  the  range.  We  did 
Italian  resections,  located  gun  positions  by  trav- 
ersing, etc.,  etc.  We  got  on  friendly  terms 
with  goniometers,  alidades,  plane  tables,  firing 
tables,  ballistics,  probable  errors,  Phi,  Omega 
and  DVO.  We  picked  beaucoup  gun  posi- 
tions, solved  many  field  problems  and  worked 
w^ith  full  regimental  liaison  equipment  and 
aeroplane  co-operation.  In  brief,  we  had  a 
liberal  education  in  three  months  and  they 
didn't  need  to  make  us  like  it — even  when  the 
bottom  dropped  out  of  things  on  the  1  1  th. 
The  S.   A.  S.  was  a  regular  Alma  Mater. 

Following  is  a  list  of  the  329th  men  who 
graduated  from  the  Saumur  Artillery  School: 
Sgt. -Majors  B.  A.  Balkwell  and  E.  L.  Con- 
very,  of  Reg.  Headquarters  (Convery,  by  the 
way,  took  the  "Flu"  at  school  and  was  unable 
to  complete  his  course)  ;  R.  S.  S.  T.  G.  King 
and  Sgt.  L.  A.  Singer,  of  Supply  Company; 
Sgt.  Wm.  R.  Melton,  of  Battery  B;  Sgts.  E.  J. 
Schneller,  Chas.  C.  Lockwood,  and  J.  F.  Schu- 
maker,  of  Battery  C;  Sgts.  F.  G.  Miles,  Colin 
MacLachlan,  L.  M.  Kells,  and  1st  Sgt.  L.  H. 
Atkinson,  of  Battery  D;  Sgt.  Carl  L.  Hesse 
and  Cpl.  G.  C.  Channing,  of  Battery  E;  and 
Sgt.  F.  G.  Ruhl,  of  Battery  F.  Sgt.  C.  M. 
Eddy,  of  Battery  B,  was  transferred  to  this 
regiment  from  the  Ammunition  Train  after  he 
completed  his  course. 


THe  One-Way  Road 


No  one  had  told  us,  but  we  knew.  We 
were  "going  in"  at  last.  Funny  how  color- 
less this  long-  expected  move  was  proving 
to  be.  No  fuss,  no  flurry.  No  dread,  no 
regret.  Not  even  a  care 
for  tomorro^v.  Just  the 
steady  scrunch-scrunch 
of  hob-nails  on  the  hard 
road,  the  lurch  and  rat- 
tle of  materiel — and  far 
away  Up  There  the  dull 
rumble  of  big  guns. 
— Fields — gray,  empty 
and  barren,  or  torn  and 
ugly  and  labyrinthed 
with  a  frenzy  of  barbed 
wire. 


Houses — squat,  worn,  hopeless  little  shacks, 
marking  the  outskirts  of  Toul.      And  then 

Hospitals — groups  and  acres  and  moun- 
tains of  them,  housing,  no  doubt,  their  full 
quota  of  the  miseries   of  war. 

Crosses plain,    homely,    slat-affairs,    rows 

upon  rows  of  them,  marking  the  graves  of 
buddies    "Gone    West." 

Cripples — more  than  there  ought  to  be 

huddled  about,  gazing  at  our  outfit  as  though 
to  say,   "Lucky  dogs — rotten  chances." 

A  funeral  procession  ■ —  laying  another 
Yank  away  "with  military  honors."  Or  did 
they  have  time  for  them  ?  Why  wouldn't  a 
martial  tune  from  the  band  serve  just  as 
well?      He  can't  hear  that. 

A  turn  in  the  road.  A  post  with  a  sign  on 
it — "ONE  WAY  ROAD."  We  blink  at  it. 
The  thought  flashes  through  our  minds,  "I 
wonder  if  it  will  be  for  any  of  us — ."  Then 
we  remember,  as  though  recalling  a  memory, 
that  one-^vay  roads  are  often  a  traffic  neces- 
sity up  near  the  front.  Then  tension  snaps. 
We   laugh. 

"And   the   Caissons   go    rolling   along !" 


—  26 


EstablisHirig  the  Posts  of  Command 


Under  cover  of  a  light  mist,  the  advance 
detail  of  the  first  battalion  specialists  made 
their  way  up  to  the  front  on  the  morning  of 
the  first  day  of  the  last  month  of  the  war. 

The  command  post  was  to  be  established  in 
the  remains  of  a  summer  house  of  a  German 
officer,  that  dignitary  having  gone  east  for  the 
winter.      The    cottage,    for    such    it    was,    still 


A  View   of  the   Old   Barracks   at 
Coetquidan 

showed  signs  of  recent  occupation,  though  the 
furnishings  were  strewn  about  and  demolished 
in  an  ugly  fashion.  Owing  to  the  protection 
the  terrain  afforded  the  position  for  our  guns, 
the  little  gardens  and  graveled  promenades 
about  the  place  were  just  as  they  were  before 
the  St.  Mihiel  drive,  which  rousted  their 
builders  out. 

The  first  day  there  was  a  busy  one.  A  gas 
guard,  armed  with  a  Claxon,  was  posted.  The 
telephone  detail  opened  up  a  station  and  lines 
to  the  battery  positions.  The  radio  section  got 
into  action  and  soon  were  listening  to  messages 
from  aeroplanes,  both  our  ow^n  and  the  ene- 
my's. The  observers  established  lookout 
posts.  By  noon  a  typical  command  post  was 
ready  to  direct  the  battle. 

The  clouds  broke  and  the  sun  came  out, 
taking  the  chill  out  of  the  air.  The  elements 
seemed  to  welcome  us.  Their  demonstration 
continued  until  about  4:30  p.  m.  when  the 
enemy  took  a  hand,  augmenting  our  welcome. 
To  be  sure  he  was  tardy  with  his  recognition, 
for  we  had  been  ready  to  receive  him  for  at 
least  four  hours.  This  fact  seemed  to  be  real- 
ized by  him  though  and  an  honest  effort  to 
make  up  lost  time  followed. 

Darkness  had  fallen  and  the  clouds  which 
had  parted  only  a  few  hours  before  came  to- 
gether again.  Light  rain  began  to  fall,  an  ideal 
condition  under  which  to  present  the  kind  of 
calling  card  he  sent.  The  first  we  knew  of  it 
was  by  the  Claxon  in  the  hands  of  the  gas 
guard.  Gas  masks  were  adjusted.  We  gath- 
ered into  small  groups  in  the  dugouts  and  lis- 
tened to  the  shells  whistle  overhead  and  burst 
a  little  way  down  the  valley.  This  introduc- 
tion lasted  only  about  half  an  hour,  then  we 
were  given  some  twenty  minutes  in  which  to 


get  a  breath  of  fresh  air.  Advantage  was 
taken  of  this,  and  it  was  well  that  it  was,  for 
there  was  more  to  follow.  Off  and  on,  until 
twelve  o'clock  midnight,  we  were  forced  into 
our  gas  masks.  Sleep  was  impossible.  No- 
body really  wanted  to  sleep,  anyhow,  but  it 
was  disgusting  to  be  reminded  so  often  that 
we  had  better  not,  even  if  we  did  want  to. 
However,  we  had  no  casualties  from  sleepless- 
ness or  gas  either  and  the  sun  rose  the  next 
morning  on  a  detachment  ready  for  a  big  day 
in  spite  of  their  fatigue. 

We  remained  in  this  forward  position  six 
days.  Lots  of  things  happened,  but  all  in  all 
we  were  very  fortunate.  We  lost  no  men  and 
very  little  equipment  but  for  three  days  after 
the  post  was  established  we  were  unable  to 
get  our  ration  allowance.  Something  big  was 
coming  off  soon,  we  were  told.  Frequent  men- 
tion of  Metz  and  a  big  drive  were  on  the  lips 
of  all,  but  just  what  was  intended  will  never 
be  known  unless  someone  "Higher  Up"  dis- 
closes the  intended  course  of  action.  We 
knew  that  the  engineers  were  working  hard  to 
have  the  roads  in  good  condition  by  the  1  0th, 
and  that  reinforcements  for  the  doughboys 
were  coming  up  in  a  steady  stream.  News  also 
reached  us  that  a  lot  of  English  flyers  with 
their  planes  were  on  their  way  to  the  Metz 
sector.  New  batteries  moved  into  position  and 
great  loads  of  ammunition  were  brought  up. 
The  outlook  was  promising  of  big  doings. 

In  order  to  be  closer  to  the  batteries  it  was 
decided  to  move  the  Battalion  Headquarters 
into  the  ruined  village  of  Thiaucourt.  It  was 
this  village  that  marked  the  scene  of  some  of 
the  bloodiest  fighting  of  the  war. 

The  process  of  "closing  station"  was  started 
before  daylight  and  in  three  hours  the  scene 
of  action  was  changed.  A  repetition  of  the 
first  day's  difficulties  took  place  but  with 
scarcely  less  speed  than  before  the  command 
post  was  put  into  working  order.  As  is  gen- 
erally the  case  a  calm  preceded  the  storm  that 
would  have  been.  The  remaining  five  days 
of  activity  at  the  front  were  marked  with  a 
more  or  less  steady  shelling  on  our  part,  and 
an  occasional  shell  from  the  enemy.  Only 
once  did  we  have  what  could  be  called  a  nar- 
row escape.  That  was  on  the  last  night  of 
the  war  at  about  five  o'clock.  The  gas  alarm 
sounded  and 
we  were 
forced  into 
our  masks 
for  half  an 
hour.  It  was 
believed  by 
many  that 
this    attack 

was    d  e  1  i  V  -  ... 

ered      from  j^  Oerman  "PIU  Box" 


■27  — 


aeroplanes — a  practice  not  usually  employed. 
Following  the  attack  by  gas  came  in  quick 
succession  a  number  of  G.  I.  cans.  It  was  this 
form  of  attack  that  really  threw  the  scare  into 
us.  Buildings  began  to  shatter  and  we  prompt- 
ly took  to  our  dugouts.  Dugouts  referred  to 
in  this  case  were  nothing  more  than  a  few  old 
cellars  converted  into  gas-proof  compartments 
or  ABRI.  In  reality  they  offered  no  appreci- 
able protection   from  shell,   in  fact  they  might 


have  been  worse  than  nothing  at  all  if  the 
house  built  over  them  had  been  struck.  The 
weight  of  the  building  alone  would  have  caved 
the  cellar  in. 

Again  luck  was  with  us  and  we  lost  no  men. 
The  next  morning  the  order  came  to  cease 
firing  at  eleven  o'clock.  It  might  be  imagined 
that  a  let-up  in  activity  would  follow,  but  such 
was  not  the  case.  Guns  roared  until  ten  fifty- 
nine. 


At  Regimental  Headquarters 


Along  in  the  early  part  of  1918,  a  first  lieu- 
tenant, Paul  M.  Bowen,  found  the  single  silver 
bar  on  his  shoulder  changing  to  two  and  at  the 
same  time  the  immediate  scene  of  his  activities 
shifting    from    the    temporary   command    of    B 
Battery    in     Captain     Frazier's 
absence   to    the   newly   created 
personnel   section   of   the  regi- 
ment.     No  one  knew  what  the 
duties  of  this  office  were  to  be, 
but   in   time   it   developed    that 
the  thousand  or  more  daily  re- 
ports sent   to  various  parts  of 
the   A.    E.    F.    originated   here, 
and   although   this   part    of   the 
w^ork  in  the  regiment  contained 
less  of  interest  and  less  of  ex- 
citement  than   any   other   line. 
Captain    Bowen    and    his    cap- 
able assistants  made  this  branch 
the    object    of    more    than    one 
complimentary     remark     from 
those  higher  in   authority. 

The  establishment  and  main- 
tenance of  the  regimental  head- 
quarters  while   in    garrison,    on  Capt.  Paul 
the  march,   or  in  the  field  was 
the  duty  of  the  regimental  non-commissioned 
officers'  staff.     We  made  our  camps  under  ad- 
verse circumstances.      We  frequently  accepted 
as  a  matter   of  necessity  the  discarded  build- 
ings for  our  billets  and  it  may  be  remembered 
that  at  times  we  made  our  beds  on  the  ground 
for  want  of  a  better  place. 

Taking  up  a  position  was  always  attended 
by  excitement  and  fatigue,  but  the  one  section 
of  our  regiment  which  was  always  first  was  the 
regimental  headquarters,  and  in  spite  of  diffi- 
culties they  always  had  an  office,  whether  in 
tent,  cellar  or  attic,  that  handled  the  adminis- 
trative end  of  the  work,  just  as  well  as  though 
they  were  in  their  old  office  back  in  Custer. 

Speed  in  getting  into  working  order  was  the 
long  suit  of  our  regimental  non-commissioned 
officers'  staff.  When  it  came  to  "Opening  Sta- 
tion" we  hand  it  to  them — they  were  there. 

Their  work  pertained  always  to  the  adminis- 
tration. Snap  and  accuracy  is  the  keynote  of 
success  in  operation  and  it  was  not  less  vital 
to  their  end  than  to  any  other  in  the  army. 
We  have  but  to  look  back  to  our  arrival  in  St. 
Calais  for  a  bit  of  news  that  proves  they  recog- 

—  28- 


nized  that  fact. 

We  were  transferred  again  to  another  divi- 
sion, back  to  the  85  th.  Why  transferred 
again?  Because  we  were  ready  to  go  home 
so  far  as  that  most  important  and  most  difficult 
task  was  concerned,  the  com- 
pletion of  paper  work;  and  the 
division  to  which  we  had  been 
attached  for  return  was  not  up 
in  their  paper  work.  Who  was 
responsible  for  our  being  up  in 
that  work?  The  honors  are  to 
be  divided  but  the  regimental 
non-coms'  staff  comes  in  for 
its  big  half.  It  was  on  the  job 
or  we  would  not  have  sailed 
when  we  did. 

Back  in  the  old  days  at  Cus- 
ter before  we  took  up  foreign 
travel  the  staff  was  composed 
of  but  four  men.  Sgt.-Major 
Balkwell,  Sgt.-Major  Convery, 
Personnel  Sergeant  Burkhardt 
and  Color  Sergeant  Crook. 
Shortly  after  we  reached 
M.  Bowen  France  the  two  Sergeant-Majors 

forsook  the  regiment  for  the 
Saumur  Officers'  Training  School.  Their  places 
were  filled  by  Sgt.-Major  Stafford,  Sgt.-Major 
Gritman  and  Sgt.-Major  Rich.  Sergeant  Burk- 
hardt was  made  Personnel  Sgt.-Major.  At 
Coetquidan  the  staff  was  enlarged.  Color  Ser- 
geant Charbneau  and  Personnel  Sergeant  Pip- 
pen  being  added. 

When    the    regiment    began    actual    training 
on   the   range   at   this  camp   the   work   of   the 


Reefimental  H.  Q.,  at  tbe  Front 


Sgt. -Majors  doubled.  We  were  training  for 
actual  combat  and  in  action  the  Sgt.-Majors 
head  the  Operations  Detail.  Their  training 
here  was  scheduled  with  actual  field  work  and 
from  then  on  until  the  armistice  was  signed 
their  time  was  divided  between  their  details 
and  the  office  at  headquarters. 

Whether  the  influence  of  the  Headquarters 
Office  or  just  natural  tendency  is  responsible 
for  the  conduct  of  these  men  is  hard  to  tell. 
We  grant  that  no  opportunity  came  to  know 
them  on  the  outside,  because  their  time  was 
wholly  consumed  by  their  duties,  but  the  few 
times  we  did  come  into  contact  with  them  we 
formed  an  opinion. 

Unlike  many  busy  offices  theirs  was  never 


too  busy  to  grant  information.  A  great  deal 
of  experience  in  the  army  was  not  necessary 
to  learn  that  one  of  the  most  embarrassing  and 
disgusting  experiences  in  the  life  of  a  fellow 
is  to  walk  into  an  office  and  salute,  then  stand 
there  for  an  hour  or  so  and  no  one  pay  any 
attention  to  him.  What  you  think  about  a 
fellow  who  is  so  inconsiderate  would  never  do 
to  tell,  but  such  a  thing  never  happened  in  the 
office  of  the  Three  Hundred  and  Twenty-Ninth 
Field  Artillery.  We  were  in  the  army  and  at 
war  and  that  is  enough  said,  but  while  things 
disconcerting  threw  other  parts  of  the  organ- 
ization off  balance  at  times,  there  was  never  a 
time  when  the  Regimental  Non-commissioned 
Officers'  Staff  did  not  have  the  administrative 
end  of  the  deal  well  in  hand. 


1st  Battalion's  Operation  Record 


of     the     orders     and 
movements     of     the     First 


(Note: The     original     record 

instructions    governing    th- 

Battalion    at    the    front    was   lost   in   action   tov^ard    the 

end,  but   this  transcript in  strictly  military  language 

gives  the   next  thing  to  it.) 


First   Lieut.   T.  T.   Trevis, 

French   Officer  with  the 

Regiment 


War  Diary  of  the  First 
Battalion 

1  st  Battalion  arrived  from  Lag- 
ney  November  1 .     Bivouacked  in 
woods,  Bois  de  Mort  Mare.     Left 
Lagney  at  4:30  p.  m.,  arriving  at 
10:13.       Weather     was     cloudy; 
roads    and     health    good — camp 
poor.       Rations    for    five    days — 
forage  for   five  days;   25    officers 
and    6 1 8    men.       On    November 
2    left   Bois   de   Mort   Mare   at   6 
p.  m.  for  position  north  of  Thiau- 
court,    arriving    1  2  :08.      Batteries 
A,    C.    and    H.    Q.    remained    in 
woods  awaiting  orders.     Weather 
cloudy.     November  3,  H.  Q.  Det. 
left  Bois  de  Mort  Mare  for  post  of  command 
east  of  Thiaucourt  at  5  p.  m.,  arriving  1  0  p.  m. 
Rain.      Batteries  A,   B  and  C  did  not  change 
positions.      Novem- 
ber   4,    Batteries   A 
and  C  left  Bois  de 
Mort    Mare    for 
Bouillionville    at    5 
p.  m.,  arriving  at  9. 

H.  Q.  Det.  and 
Battery  D  did  not 
change  positions. 
Battery  echelon  lo- 
cated and  occupied 
i  n  Bouillionville. 
Weather  good. 
Camp  good.  No- 
vember 5,  weather 
good.  No  change 
in  positions.  No- 
vember 6,  Batteries 
A  and  C  left  Bouil- 
lionville for  Thiau- 

—  29  — 


court  at  5  p.  m.,  arriving  at  1  a.  m.  Weather 
good.  Camp  poor.  November  7,  weather 
fair.  Camp  poor.  Roads  muddy.  Novem- 
ber 8,  Battery  B  moved  from  north  of  Thiau- 
court to  northwest  of  same.  Left 
1:30,  arrived  at  7:30  p.  m. 
Weather  rainy.  Roads  muddy. 
Camp  poor.  November  9,  Bat- 
tery P.  C.  moved  from  north  of 
Thiaucourt  into  same,  arriving 
10:30  a.  m..  Weather  fair. 
Roads  muddy.  Camp  good.  No- 
vember 1  0,  no  change.  Novem- 
ber 1  1 ,  no  change  (except  in  the 
war).  November  12,  1st  Bat- 
talion from  position  at  Thiaucourt 
to  Bouillionville,  leaving  at  1  1  :30 
and  arriving  at  1  :30  a.  m.  Weath- 
er fair.  November  1  3,  with  regi- 
ment again.  Bouillionville  to 
Pont-a-Mousson.  Left  9  a.  m., 
arrived  at  4  p.  m.  Weather 
cloudy.  Roads  muddy.  Health  good.  Camp 
poor.  Billets  at  Pont-a-Mousson.  Good 
billets. 


AEROFIiANX; 
FHOTO   OF 
THIAtTCOTTBT 


The  2nd  Battalion  at  tKe  Front 


The  Second  Battalion  was  detached  from 
the  regiment  cind  attached  to  the  Division  Ar- 
tillery, 28th  Division,  on  October  29th,  by 
verbal  order  of  the  Commanding  General, 
Headquarters  4th  Army  Corps. 
At  8:30  on  the  morning  of 
November  2nd  Major  Rey- 
nolds, Staff,  and  the  Battery 
Commanders  left  Bois  Fliery 
wood,  where  the  battalion  was 
camped  and  rode  forward  to 
the  headquarters  of  the  341st 
Field  Artillery,  where  they  met 
Colonel  Davis  and  his  staff. 
From  there  they  proceeded  to 
the  positions  which  they  chose, 
west  of  Beney. 

At  3:00  o'clock  the  column 
left  Bois  Flirey  and  two  hours 
later  arrived  at  Essey  for  even- 
ing mess.  They  waited  there 
until  after  dark.  The  firing 
batteries  moved  to  their  posi- 
tions and  the  caissons  and  lim- 
bers went  under  cover  of 
woods  one  kilometer  west  of 
Nonsard,  where  the  echelon 
was  established.  The  weather  was  cold  and 
rainy,  the  roads  sloppy  and  slippery.  The 
health  of  the  men  was  very  good. 

Twenty-three  officers  and  six  hundred  men 
were  available  for  duty  on  November  3rd. 
They  worked  on  preparation  and  camouflaging 
of  positions  until  daylight  interrupted  their  op- 
erations. The  Battalion  Post  Command  w^as 
established  at  Pannes.  The  weather  was  fair 
this  day  and  the  night  was  spent  in  improving 
the  positions. 

The  next  day  Lieut.  Stover  selected  a  Bat- 
talion Observation  Post  and  organized  it.  In 
the  meantime  the  telephone  net  was  well  under 
way.  Enemy  planes  were  very  active.  After 
dark  work  progressed  rapidly.  D  and  F  ad- 
justment fire  began. 

At  2:15  the  morning  of  the  5th  Colonel 
Davis  sent  word  that  a  drive  was  on  and  that 
the  enemy  was  evacuating.  Hasty  prepara- 
tions  were   made    to    pull    out.       Limbers    and 


Capt.    Warren    S.    Booth 


The   Soixante   Quinze  Baby  We  Served  on  the   Run 


—  30- 


caissons  were  ordered  up  to  the  positions.  The 
echelon  became  a  moving  cavalcade  in  a  few 
minutes'  time.  All  surplus  baggage  was  dis- 
carded. Battery  E  was  designated  to  accom- 
pany the  infantry.  The  estimation  of  the 
enemy's  strength  was  found  in- 
correct and  between  5:15  and 
6:30  a  countermarch  was 
made.  Batteries  D  and  F  fired 
on  cross  roads  during  offen- 
sive. Battery  E  took  cover  for 
the  day  in  the  woods  southwest 
of  St.  Benoit  and  returned  to 
their  old  position  west  of  Beney 
that  night.  E  was  fired  on 
while  in  the  woods  but  no 
casualties  resulted. 

During  the  early  morning 
hours  of  the  6th  D  and  F  fired 
concentration  w^hile  a  raid  was 
in  progress.  A  normal  barrage 
was  sent  over. 

D  and  F  again  sounded  re- 
veille for  Fritz  on  the  7th  by 
firing  on  the  important  cross 
roads.  So  far  all  firing  w^as 
done  by  map.  The  v^^eather 
was  foggy  and  observation  impossible. 

Between  2:56  and  3:30  the  next  afternoon 
Battery  D  fired  gas  shells  on  an  enemy  Infan- 
try Post  Command.  Battery  E  concentrated 
their  fire  with  high  explosive  on  a  machine  gun 
emplacement.  Battery  F  fired  on  a  large 
working  party  with  high  explosive.  During 
the  day  Lieut.  Sutliff  returned  from  school  and 
was  made  Ammunition  Officer. 

The  guns  began  work  at  5:35  the  morning 
of  the  9th.  D  and  E  fired  neutralization  on 
a  machine  gun  nest  with  high  explosive.  F 
fired  on  a  place  known  as  Marimbois  Farm, 
which  was  infested  with  the  enemy.  Rain 
came  dow^n  at  steady  intervals.  Major  Rey- 
nolds was  promoted  to  Lieut.  Colonel;  Lieut. 
Gemuend  was  placed  in  charge  of  the  echelon. 
At  5:30  a.  m.,  November  1 0th,  a  special 
barrage  was  laid  down  by  the  Battalion  on  a 
line  just  north  of  Donmartin.  This  fire  was  a 
part  of  the  offensive  action,  accompanying  an 
attack  of  the  4th  Army  Corps 
as  outlined  by  the  Headquar- 
ters of  the  28  th  Division. 

At  12:30  we  were  given  the 
mission  of  protecting  the  left 
flank  of  the  Infantry  in  our  sec- 
tor during  an  advance.  A 
standing  barrage  was  laid  dow^n 
with  a  rapid  rate  of  fire.  This 
barrage  lasted  several  hours. 
At  4:05  the  enemy  machine 
guns  became  active  in  Damp- 
vitoux.    Battery  F  concentrated 


from  4:10  until  4:19.  Batteries  D  and  E  from 
4:15  until  4:19.  They  then  returned  to  the 
special  barrage.  At  4:50  a  red  flare  told  them 
to  revert  to  normal  barrage.  Firing  continued 
at  intervals  until  6:00  o'clock. 

November  11th.  5:45,  Batteries  E  and  F 
concentrated  on  machine  guns.  D  fired  a 
standing  barrage.  At  8:30  the  Battalion  con- 
centrated on  Dampvitoux  for  fifteen  minutes. 
From  10:20  to  10:59  the  Battalion  conducted 
a  harassing  fire  on  a  line  from  Lachansee  to 
Hageville.  From  then  on  until  1  1  :00  o'clock 
a  maximum  barrage  was  laid  on  a  line  in  front 
of  Dampvitoux. 

At  1  1  :00  o'clock  the  armistice  went  into 
effect.      Everyone  was  on   the   job   for   emer- 


gency fire  until  Colonel  Davis  called  at  the 
Post  Command  station  and  said  the  men  and 
horses  could  move  to  Beney  for  more  com- 
fortable accommodations.  He  also  said  that 
concealment  was  no  longer  necessary. 

The  band  played  the  national  anthem  while 
the  regiment  marched  into  Beney  and  attended 
a  thanksgiving  service  in  an  old  shell-wrecked 
church.  An  allied  aeroplane  was  flying  low 
over  the  town.  Everyone  was  wearing  smiles 
at  the  thought  of  no  more  mud,  gas  or  cold, 
corned  willy.  The  Battalion  O.  P.  stayed  on 
the  job  until  12:45  and  then  moved  to  Beney. 
The  afternoon  was  spent  by  the  regiment  in 
policing  Beney  and  selecting  quarters. 


Feeding  tHe  Reg'iment 


In  the  early  part  of  our  training  each  man 
received  careful  instructions  in  preparing  emer- 
gency rations.  It  is  doubtless  well  that  those 
instructions  never  had  to  be  recalled.  Our 
regiment  always  enjoyed  the  best  of  health. 
It  seemed  to  be  part  of  the  basic  principle  upon 
which  the  whole  army  was  built  that  each  job, 
inasmuch  as  was  possible,  was  to  be  a  one-man 
job.  The  development  of  specialists  included, 
and  at  the  very  top  of  the  list,  cooks.  We  had 
regular  cooks  who  did  nothing  but  cook  and 
they  were  just  good  enough  to  rank  high  in 
their  specialty  among  members  of  a  regiment 
that  when  weighed  in  the  balance  were  not 
found  wanting. 

Back  in  the  training  areas  in  the  United 
States  the  batteries  bought  their  own  food 
stuffs,  complying  always  with  the  approved 
ration  allowance.  The  available  market  prod- 
ucts made  a  variation  in  the  daily  menu  easy 
and  the  mess  fund  was  available  when  the  fel- 
lows wanted  a  little  something  extra. 

In  those  days  we  had  a  regular  mess  hall  and 
waiters  and  all  that  goes  to  make  up  an  A  No. 
1  garrison  mess.  In  after  days  we  learned  to 
appreciate  such  a  mess  more  than  it  was  ever 
supposed  we  would.  It  was  not  like  home  but 
it  wasn't  like  France  either. 

The  real  conquests  by  the  cooks  and  mess 
sergeants  didn't  laegin  until  we  reached  France. 
On  the  way  over  we  were  fed  by  the  boat's 
crew.  No  one  in  the  outfit  is  responsible  for 
that  food  and  we  don't  hate  anybody  in  it  any- 
how, so  let  the  matter  drop  there.  In  France 
the  regulation  red  tape  connected  with  draw- 
ing and  issuing  rations  entwined  itself  about 
every  one  from  the  regimental  mess  sergeant 
to  the  truck  driver  who  hauled  the  food  to  the 
supply  company.  The  greater  the  quantity 
drawn  the  more  intricate  the  tanglmgs  and 
some  idea  of  the  quantity  necessary  for  one 
week's  ration  may  be  gained  by  the  fact  that 
for  the  handling  of  it  there  was  detailed  eigh- 
teen service  wagons,  seventy-two  army  mules, 
thirty-six  mule  skinners  and  at  least  twenty 
men  to  load  and  unload  the  rations. 

If  the  tin  cans  in  which  the  food  was  shipped 


across  the  ocean  to  the  army  were  to  be  given 
to  the  boys  they  could  build  a  house  of  tin  and 
doubtless  would  have  enough  left  over  to  build 
a  garage,  and  if  all  the  cows  it  took  to  fill  those 
cans  were  herded  together  no  ranch  in  the 
whole  west  could  hold  them. 

Depending  upon  circumstances  entirely,  it 
remained  to  know  how  to  draw  rations.  For 
instance,  the  regiment  is  on  the  move  and  stops 
over  night  at  a  little  station  wherein  there  is 
only  a  rail  head,  such  as  was  the  case  at  the 
little  town  of  Nanois,  France.  A  report  is  sub- 
mitted to  the  regimental  supply  office  of  the 
strength  of  the  organization  taken  from  the 
morning  report  and  from  it  a  ration  return  is 
drawn  and  submitted  to  the  rail  head  officer 
who  issues  one  day's  rations. 

What  is  a  ration  return?  It  is  a  certificate 
made  on  Q.  M.  C.  form  stating  the  number  of 
men  in  the  regiment,  the  number  of  rations  re- 
quired and  the  kind  desii  -^d — either  field,  gar- 
rison or  travel.  This  is  signed  by  the  com- 
manding officer  and  becomes  an  official  re- 
quisition for  food.  Take,  for  example,  the 
average  ration  return  and  the  details  involved 
in  the  correct  distribution  to  the  batteries  of 
the  food  drawn. 

This  memorandum  is  sent  to  each  battery: 
"Submit  ration  return  for  the  period  January 
3 1  St,  1919,  to  February  6th,  1919,  both  dates 
inclusive,  seven  day  period.  Return  must  be 
at  this  office  by  noon  today." 

The  data  thus  obtained  is  consolidated  and 
the  rations  are  drawn,  and  then  comes  the  real 
work  of  the  man  in  charge  of  the  regimental 
rations. 

The  next  day  sees  an  interesting  sight  in  the 
ration  room.  Bacon  and  bread  go  sailing  out 
the  door  to  the  little  ration  carts,  past  the  mess 
sergeant's  nose,  much  the  same  as  the  farmer 
feeds  his  cattle.  Beans  and  macaroni  go  scoot- 
ing past  the  K.  P.  Rice  and  cornmeal,  break- 
fast menu  for  seven  days,  fresh  beef  and  po- 
tatoes— dinner  for  another  period. 

You  can  see  the  ears  of  all  the  mess  ser- 
geants go  up  much  the  same  as  the  ears  of  a 


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mule  at  the  sight  of  steam  when  he  hears,  "  1  20 
lbs.  of  jam,  check;  2  51bs.  butter,  check;  300 
lbs.  sugar,  check ;  Velvet  smoking,  today,  boys, 
two  packs  to  a  man."  Then  watch  their  ears 
fall  when  you  tell  them  they've  got  to  take 
the  soap  whether  they  w^ant  it  or  not,  every- 
thing on  the  issue  slip  goes.  The  official  sig- 
nature of  the  mess  sergeant  goes  on  the  bot- 
tom and  the  Battery  is  "setting  pretty"  for 
seven  more  days,  maybe. 

Books  could  be  written  of  the  conversations 
that  could  be  heard  in  the  ration  room,  as  well 
as  on  the  outside,  while  the  details  were  dis- 
cussing and  condemning  the  menus  and  recipes 
of  their  mess  sergeants.  For  instance,  one  fel- 
low will  swear  by  all  that  is  good  and  holy 
that  he  and  the  Battery  have  been  eating  beans 
and  beans  only  for  four  successive  days.  An- 
other will  say  he  has  had  for  breakfast  noth- 
ing but  the  south  side  of  a  sow  for  two 
months.  One  with  a  little  more  humor  and 
love  for  the  good  old  Army  Rumor  will  say 
that  his  mess  sergeant  is  a  wizard  with  a  gang 
of  eats.  He  will  swear  that  they  have  had  hot 
cakes  for  breakfast,  steaks  for  dinner  and  cake 
with  chocolate  frosting  for  supper.  That  fel- 
low will  be  regarded  with  a  certain  suspicion 
the  rest  of  the  day.  Get  inside  and  the  air  is 
blue.  Curses,  imagine  them?  "How  the  h — 
am  I  going  to  feed  that  gang  mush  without 
extra  milk?  I  don't  see  why  in  h —  they  don't 
give  us  more  milk  and  less  soap.  D'you  know 
the  French  only  give  3  francs  for  2  bars  of 
that  stuff?"  About  that  time  in  comes  Zucka, 
sergeant,  Battery  A.  "Hello,  gang!  Say,  what 
the  h — ,  do  we  get  corned  beef  today?"  Then 
confidential  like,  "Say,  d'you  hear  the  latest, 
we're  going  to  move  next  week."  And  so  it 
goes  until  about  noon  when  the  roar  cools  off 
and  the  smoke  of  the  battle  clears  up.  Then 
around  come  the  stragglers.  "Say,  did  you  see 
my  coffee  go  on  my  ration  cart?"  And  it's 
ten  to  one  he  wants  some  extra  coffee.  He 
doesn't  get  it. 

So  goes  the  work  of  the  regimental  supply 


sergeant  in  charge  of  the  rations.  So  goes  the 
work  of  mess  sergeants  and  the  details  that 
help  to  check  the  rations,  coming  and  going. 

The  humorous  side  of  the  situation  is  easily 
seen,  the  work  involved  is  easily  realized,  but 
the  expense  of  the  work,  including  the  price 
of  the  rations  handed  out,  is  hardly  recognized. 
It  may  be  said  that  at  each  period  rations  to 
the  extent  of  thousands  of  dollars  are  passed 
out  w^ith  less  thought  than  of  a  newsboy  sell- 
ing his  extras. 

Take  the  period  January  3 1  st,  1919,  to 
February   6th,    1919.      It   totaled   a   return   of 


Sing  Me  to  Sleep 

Sing   me  to  sleep   \vhen  bullets  fall, 
Let  xne  forget  the  war  and  all. 
Damp  is  my  dug-out,  cold  are  my  feet. 
Nothing  but  "Bully"  and  biscuit  to  eat. 
Sing  me  to  sleep  ^vhen  bombs  explode 
And  shrapnel   helmets  are  a  la  mode. 
Over   the    sandbags,    mud   you   will   find — 
Shell    holes    before    you    and    shell    holes 

behind. 
Sing  me  to  sleep  in  some  old  shed, 
Where  rats  are  running  around  my  head. 
Stretched   out   on    my    shelterhalf — water- 
proof ! 
Dodging   the  raindrops  through   the  roof; 
Dreaming  of  home  and  night  in  the  West, 
Somebody's  overseas  boots  on  my  chest. 
Far,  far  from  le  Guerre  I  long  to  be — 
The  lights  of  Detroit  I  would  rather  see — 
Think  of  me  creeping  where  cooties  creep, 
Waiting  for  someone  to  sing  me  to  sleep. 
BEN  SOBEL, 
Battery   D. 


10,303  rations.  Let  us  see  what  that  means 
in  beef  alone,  or  the  component  parts  that  go 
to  make  up  the  meat  issue  of  the  ration — 50% 
of  the  total  was  fresh  beef,  30%  was  bacon, 
20%  was  corned  beef ;  50%  of  1  0,303  is  5, 1  5  1 
rations,  at  20  ozs.  to  a  ration,  totaling  6,439 
lbs.  Fresh  beef  at  the  estimated  price  of  25c 
per  lb.  would  involve  $1,609.75;  30%  of  the 
total    10,303  is  3,091    rations,   at   12   ozs.  per 


HAS    THIS    HAPPENED    TO   YOU?   . 


ON    THC.WAYtt   I      TgAT    HAS  MV  WAME    OH   ITf 


—  32  — 


ration,  total  2,318,  at  the  estimated  price  of 
50c  per  lb.,  total  money  value  $1 , 1  59.00;  20% 
of  the  total  10,303  is  2,061  rations,  at  18  ozs. 
per  ration,  a  total  of  2,061  lbs.,  at  30c  per  lb., 
$619.30.  Considering  only  estimate  prices 
and  low,  modest  prices  at  that,  it  is  easy  to 
see  that  the  cost  of  the  ration  alone  is  astound- 
ing, not  to  consider  the  expense  of  transporta- 
tion. 

In  order  to  make  an  issue  of  rations  a  Table 
of  Allowance  is  necessary,  first  to  give  to  each 
organization  that  is  drawing  rations  a  certain 
amount  as  well  as  a  certain  variety  of  food. 

A  close  study  of  some  of  these  tables  would 
show  that  it  is  a  tremendous  task  as  well  as  a 
mammoth  expense  to  feed  an  army  of  a  mil- 
lion men. 

A  closer  study  of  just  who  was  responsible 
for  the  full  mess  kits  will  be  obtained  by  the 
mention  of  a  few  of  the  names  of  the  respon- 
sible parties. 

Headquarters  Co. — Sgt.  J.  Hirchman,  a  big 
fellow  with  a  good  heart  and  a  good  smelling 
kitchen.  A  mighty  nice  fellow  and  a  well  liked 
mess  sergeant. 

Supply  Co. — Sgt.  F.  Williams,  not  so  large  in 
size  but  possessed  of  a  way  of  talking  a  com- 
missary out  of  anything  he  wanted.  1  ate  at 
his  kitchen  and  1  know  that  he  served  a  mess 
that  would  suit  anyone,   even  a  "frog." 

Battery  "A" — Sgt.  P.  Zucka,  another  big  fel- 


low who  claimed  for  himself  speed  in  action, 
especially  at  mess  time  when  a  straggler  blew 
in  town.  You  could  sick  'em  on  Pete  and  he 
always  fed   'em. 

Battery  "B"— Sgt.  W.  Holzer,  small  but 
fast  on  his  feet,  dark  in  complexion  but  a  white 
"guy"  all  the  way  through.  Not  a  bad  kicker, 
not  a  hard  knocker,  but  a  wizard  at  dishing 
out  "Hot  Cakes"  and  "Bacon."  An  all  around 
good  feeder  and  a  happy  soldier. 

Battery  "C" — Sgt.  P.  Di  Laura,  a  real  man 
with  his  heart  and  his  soul  in  his  work.  A 
good  provider  and  a  fellow  that  got  his  share 
and  saw  that  his  men  got  their  share.  A  little 
bit  "old-fashioned"  but  a  king  in  a  kitchen. 

Battery  "D" — Sgt.  J.  Brown,  happy  Irish, 
easy  going,  hard  working,  good  natured  and 
everything  else  that  goes  in  the  making  of  a 
man  that  can  stand  the  "gaff"  in  a  kitchen 
surrounded  by  hungry  artillerymen. 

Battery  "E" — Sgt.  G.  Tighe,  the  smallest 
mess  sergeant  alive.  Good  goods  come  in 
small  packages.  If  they  had  built  Tighe  for 
heavy  duty  he  could  have  fed  the  regiment 
steaks,  doughnuts,  hot  cakes  and  pie,  every 
day  menu  of  Battery  "E." 

Battery  "F" — Sgt.  H.  Stanley.  A  sergeant 
with  many  friends  and  a  "Notorious  Battery  to 
back  him  up."  A  kitchen  over  a  "Rathskeller" 
and  a  crew  of  cooks  like  a  schooner.  A  big 
feeder  and  a  man  with  a  smile. 


^'11$ 


THAN  TO  FIND         ,„     „ 
OUT  HOW   LITTLE     /du  promenade 

You     KNOW   ABpUr(AVEC      MOi      MA 

FREI^CH.   X^jfC^       \chere'—  oui 


NOTHING  WORSE^j, 


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—THAN    TO    HAVE    POOR   TEETH 
IN   THE    ARNTV. 


O'S" 


—  THAN   TO   MfET    ONE   OF 

THESE     FELLOWS    WHEN         ^QjH 
\       YOU    GET     BACK  /^ 


—  THAN    TO  GET   LOST 


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-THAN  TO  LOOk"  OVERYOUI? 
.NEXT    week's    rations. 


—  33  — 


Org'anirations  We  Have  Been  WitK 
and  THeir  Insignia 


If  proof  were  needed  of  the  old  army  say- 
ing that  good  field  artillery  can  go  anywhere 
and  deliver  the  goods  any  time,  it  could  be 
found  in  the  ofRcial  record  of  our  manifold 
affiliations  after  leaving  the  States.  We  be- 
longed to  a  good  many  organizations  overseas 
and  none  could  say  we  didn't  BELONG  any  time 
we  got  a  new  assignment.  Our  regiment  was 
complimented  everywhere  it  went  on  the 
health  of  its  men,  its  all-around  good  training 
and  discipline  and  the  excellence  of  its  paper 
work.  We  make  no  bones  about  being  proud 
of  the  good  old  329th. 

During  training  in  the  States  we  belonged 
to  the  85th  (Custer  Division).  This  division 
was  Custer's  first  and  best  and  was  originally 
under  the  command  of  Major-General  Dick- 
man,  destined  later  to  become  commanding 
general  of  the  U.  S.  Army  of  Occupation.  His 
successor  was  Major-General  Parker,  now  re- 
tired. Major-General  Kennedy  was  in  com- 
mand of  the  85th  when  we  sailed  and  remained 
so  until  out  return. 

Upon  reaching  the  A.  E.  F.  we  were  de- 
tached from  the  85  th  Division  and  classified 
as  Army  Artillery.      (In  other  words,  artillery 


that  must  be  prepared  to  go  anywhere. )  In 
this  status  we  served  under  orders  from  the 
4th,  5  th  and  6th  Army  Corps.  This  v^ras  dur- 
ing our  period  of  training  at  Camp  Coetquidan. 

At  the  front  our  regiment  was  divided,  the 
1  st  Battalion  being  attached  to  the  7th  Divi- 
sion and  the  2nd  Battalion  to  the  28th  Divi- 
sion. Thus  it  was  that  the  1  st  Battalion  saw 
action  wtih  the  20th  F.  A.  regiment.  Colonel 
Paynes  commanding,  and  the  2nd  Battalion 
strafed  the  Hun  with  the  34 1  st  Field  Artillery, 
Colonel  Davis  commanding. 

When  we  moved  to  Pont-a-Mousson,  after 
the  armistice,  the  6th  Army  Corps  again  took 
us  under  its  wing.  But  presently  we  were  re- 
attached as  a  unit  to  the  7th  Division  and  re- 
mained under  that  command  until  February 
1  st,  1919,  when  we  were  attached  to  the  9  1  st 
Division  "for  return  to  the  United  States."  O 
joyful  sound  ! 

But  we  were  not  destined  to  go  home  with 
the  "Wild  West"  Division.  Upon  reaching  St. 
Calais  on  our  homeward  journey,  we  were  re- 
turned to  our  parent  Division — the  85  th — and 
proceeded  on  our  way  rejoicing.  The  reason 
for  this  last  move  was  said  to  be  the  excellent 
condition  of  the  records  of  our  brigade. 


0  85th  Division — National  Army 
of  Michigan  and  Wisconsin.  In- 
signia: Red  CD.  Know^n  as  Cus- 
ter Division.  Activities:  Part  of 
the  infantry  served  in  Russia,  and 
part  saw  action  at  the  Thiaucourt  and  Pou- 
venelle  sectors.  Artillery,  rated  among  the 
best;  329th  saw  nine  days'  action  in  Thiau- 
court and  Pouvenelle  sectors;  328th,  eleven 
days  in  Toul  sector;  330th  did  not  see 
action. 


7  th  Division — Regular  Army. 
Insignia:  Two  triangles  in  black 
on  red  base.  Design  supposed  to 
have  been  developed  out  of  the 
numeral  seven,  one  numeral  up 
and  the  other  down.     Activities:     October  9th 


(D 


to  November  I  I  th  in  Pouvenelle  sector  and 
ditto   sector   extended. 

•  28th  Division — National  Guard  of 
Pennsylvania.  Insignia:  Keystone 
of  red  cloth.  Activities:  June  30th 
to  November  1  1  th,  sector  southeast 
of  Chateau-Thierry,  Vesle  sector,  Ar- 
gonne-Meuse  offensive,  and  Thiaucourt  sector. 

9  I  st  Division — National  Army  of 
Alaska,  Washington,  Oregon,  Cali- 
fornia, Idaho,  Nevada,  Montana,  Wy- 
oming  and    Utah.       Insignia:       Green 

fir  tree emblematic  of  the  far  west. 

Known  as  "Wild  West  "  Division.  Activities: 
September  20th  to  November  1  I  th,  Argonne- 
Meuse  offensive,  Belgium. 


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~    »**    FACT     KOR 


WAMN  APPCARS  Like  A  CBBM-VN 
SAft  WHEN  THC  CNeHV  a«THe«5 
^KOUNO     TO    TAMt    A     pnrikfK      THffV 


—  34 


THe  Army  Horse  and  Mule 


"Stand  to  heel!  Commence  grooming!" 
There's  no  better  way  to  start  this  article, 
because  of  all  the  introductions  that  come 
a-thronging  in  the  life  of  an  artillery  rookie, 
that  is  the  most  enlightening.  What  he  thought 
before  was  a  horse — or  a  mule — becomes  a 
nightmare  of  currycombs,  disinfected  brushes, 
and  feet  that  always  need  cleaning.  If  he  be 
from  Detroit  he  murmurs — after  he  has  forced 
some  steed  to  agree  with  the  Sarge  that  it  can 
be  done — "They'll  never  believe  me"  ;  or 
never  ceases  to  wonder  "Why  is  a  horse,  any- 


way 


I" 


Well,  here's  the  answer,  Buddy  from  Auto 
Town.  Because  the  army  can't  get  along  with- 
out the  horse.  He  is  as  necessary  as  rations 
(really  enables  us  to  have  them  more  times 
than  not),  and  he  goes,  very  often,  where 
gasoline  can't  flow.  And  much  as  the  drudg- 
ery of  taking  care  of  him  palls  on  us,  as  much 
as  we  dislike  his  eccentricities,  his  mechanical 
appetite,  his  misguided  attempts  at  playfulness, 
we've  got  to  hand  it  to  him  in  the  long  run. 
The  "art"  in  artillery — our  artillery — would 
be  useless  without  him;  verily,  he  is  "man's 
best  friend"  (grooming  or  no  grooming),  back 
of  the  lines  or  in  them. 

On  the  long,  long  trail  a-winding  he  may 
slip  and  slide  on  the  icy  road  until  his  muscles 
ache  and  his  head  droops,  but  he  carries  on. 


Dare  we  begrudge  him  the  twenty  minutes' 
grooming  that  sets  his  skin  to  tingling  again? 
His  home  in  the  army  is  any  old  place  there  is 
room  for  a  picket  line.  Do  we  regret  the 
stable  police  labor  that  gave  him  comparative 
comfort  at  the  garrison?  Nay,  though  we  clip 
through  the  long  hours  of  the  night  to  make 
his  world  unsafe  for  "horse  cooties". 

"The  mule  is  magnificent  in  war,  and  our 
battles  have  been  won  as  much  by  mules  as 
by  men.  The  mule  will  eat  anything,  endure 
anything,  and,  when  understood  and  humored 
by  its  driver,  will  do  anything.  It  works  until 
it  falls  dead  by  the  roadside.  In  the  spring 
hundreds  die  in  harness.  In  fact,  few  die  ex- 
cept in  harness.  They  die  facing  the  foe,  drag- 
ging rations  along  shell-swept  roads  to  the  men 
in  the  trenches. 

"The  mule  knows  neither  love  nor  offspring. 
Apart  from  a  few  gambols  in  the  field,  or 
while  tethered  to  picket-lines,  it  knows  noth- 
ing but  work.  It  is  the  supreme  type  of  drudge. 
It  is  one  of  the  greatest  factors  in  the  war,  and 
yet  receives  scarcely  any  recognition  and  more 
whipping  than  praise." 

So  wrote  Chaplain  Thomas  Tiplady  in  his 
book  "The  Soul  of  the  Soldier."  He  could 
find  soul  enough  among  OUR  men,  were  he 
to  look  for  it,  to  give  the  horse  and  the  mule 
their  due. 


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->ro   WASH   YOUC  CLOTHES    IN 


2.A,SCiL0IEP    MUST   HAVE    A  GOOD   NIGHTS 
REST    —    SUEE-P     WITH     FEBT    EXPOSED. 


7.    'A  COUD   SHOWER    EVERV 
MORNING  —  USa    THIS    METHOD    WHEN  ' 

A    SHOWER      IS     NOT    AVAILABUE 


( WannoroV 


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Getting' 
Home 


THe  EleventH  Hour  Regiment 

The  quaint,  little  old  chimes  on  Pont-a-Mousson  hall  were  tinkling 
eleven.  Our  business  manager  was  calling  our  attention  to  the  fact 
the  only  eleven  sticks  of  wood  were  left  for  the  leaky  French  stove. 
For  the  eleventh  time  that  morning  we  were  interrupted  in  our  work  by 
a  bearer  of  eleventh  hour  "copy"  for  the  Book.  It  was  First  Sergeant 
Price  of  Battery  B,  who,  by  the  way,  was  promoted  to  his  exalted  post 
on  the   1  1  th  of  October. 

"Boys,"  quoth  he,   "I've  hit  upon  a  story!" 

"Out  with  it!"   in  chorus. 

"Well,  I'm  darned,"  said  Price,  "if  our  lucky  number  isn't  eleven!" 
We  grinned  superstitiously.  "But  seriously,"  he  continued,  "listen  to 
this."  And  he  went  on  to  recount  a  chain  of  events  which  convinced 
us — superstition  or  no — that  this  must  be  the  Eleventh  Hour  Regiment. 

We  were  in  training  just  two  days  short  of  eleven  months  in  the 
States.  We  entrained  for  Camp  Mills,  July  1 6th,  1918,  at  11  a.  m. 
On  July  30th,  at  1  1  a.  m.,  we  left  Mills  for  Hoboken.  At  1  I  a.  m. 
the  next  morning  we  took  our  last  (for  a  while)  look  at  the  Statue  of 
Liberty.  It  took  us  just  eleven  days  to  cross  the  Atlantic  and  at  1  1  a.  m. 
on  the  morning  of  August  1  1th  we  marched  off  the  boat  at  Liverpool. 
Some  even  claim  that  there  were  eleven  transports  in  the  convoy. 

At  any  rate  we  landed  in  France  at  1  1  a.  m.,  August  14th;  stayed 
at  Messac  just  eleven  days,  left  our  next  camp — Coetquidan — at  1  1 
a.  m.  again,  and  arrived  at  the  front  in  the  eleventh  hour  of  the  fray — 
on  the  crest  of  the  wave  that  crushed  the  Hun — and  were  there  at  the 
finish  which  came  on  the  eleventh  hour  of  the  eleventh  day  of  the 
eleventh  month. 

Any  doubts  as  to  our  lucky  number? 

And  lest  we  forget — we  received  our  service  stripes  on  the  1  1  th 
day  of  February,  and  on  the  same  day  at  the  old,  infallible  II  a.  m. 
left  the  Pont-a-Mousson  siding  for  home.  Just  twenty-two  months  after 
our  country  entered  the  war. 

Oh,  yes,  and  the  old  Leviathan  snuggled  in  alongside  of  the  dock  at 
Hoboken  at  just   1  1    o'clock  the  morning  of  April  2nd,    1919. 


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Brief  History  of  Pont-a-Mousson 


Pont-a-Mousson  means  "Bridge  at  Mous- 
son."  The  bridge  originally  crossed  the  Mo- 
selle at  about  the  same  spot  as  the  one  there 

at   present.       Mousson   is   the   little   village of 

one  hundred  and  sixty  inhabitants  before  the 
war — which  crowns  the  tall  hill  across  the 
river  on  the  east.  The  village  itself  is  hidden 
from  Pont-a-Mousson  by  the  crest  of  the  hill, 

and   all  we  see  is  the  church        

with  its  statue  of  Joan  of  Arc, 
and  the  remains  of  the  old 
chateau  walls.  The  origin  of 
Pont-a-Mousson  is  so  closely 
allied  with  that  of  Mousson 
that  the  history  of  the  latter 
must  be  spoken  of. 

The  explanation  for  the 
name  "Mousson"  is  this:  In 
ancient  times  a  pagan  temple 
had  been  erected  upon  the 
summit  of  the  hill,  dedicated 
to  "Janis"  or  "lo."  The  peas- 
ants of  the  region  found  the 
name  lo  upon  fragments  of 
the  ruins  and  referred  to  the 
hill  at  Mt.  Janis  or  Mons-la, 
which  gradually  changed  tr> 
"Monsio,"  "Monsion,"  and 
finally  "Mousson,"  through 
several  intermediary  changes, 
clearly  traceable  from  manu- 
scripts of  the  time. 

It  is  certain  that  the  hill  of  Mousson  was  oc- 
cupied for  strategic  purposes  since  remotest  an- 
tiquity. Its  prominence  as  a  landmark,  its 
superb  height,  its  peculiar  conical  shape,  ease 
of  fortification  and  its  location  beside  the  Mo- 
selle made  obscurity  impossible. 

The  first  direct  proofs  of  occupation  are 
fragments  of  Roman  origin,  such  as  pieces  of 
sculpture  and  building  fragments,  coins,  ar- 
mor, etc.,  some  of  which  may  be  seen  in  the 
museum  of  the  Ducal  Palace  at  Nancy.  A 
main  Roman  road  ran  from  Toul  to  Metz, 
passing  through  Alton  (the  little  village  just 
south  of  the  hill)  and  then  under  the  slope  of 
Mousson  hill  on  the  east  side.  A  secondary 
road  ran  from  east  to  west,  crossing  the  Mo- 
selle at  Pont-a-Mousson  and  connecting  with 
the  main  road,  probably  through  the  valley 
north  of  Mousson.  A  strong  fortification  on 
the  hill,  which  was  also  terraced,  protected  the 
bridge  and  cross  road,  and  here  we  have  the 
origin  of  Pont-a-Mousson  Fort.  Four  second- 
ary fortifications  w^ere  built  at  each  end  of  the 
bridge  for  further  protection.  Around  these 
forts  the  peasants,  of  course,  built  their  homes, 
in  preference  to  the  hill,  and  here,  too,  the 
commerce  of  the  river  caused  markets.  The 
end  of  the  bridge  nearest  Mousson  developed 
first  and  the  most  rapidly  and  this  is  by  far 
the  oldest  part  of  the  town,  although  today  the 
oldest  existing  buildings  are  to  be  found  in  the 


newer,  main  part. 

As  the  warlike  character  of  the  place 
changed  and  the  commerce  grew,  the  develop- 
ment of  the  older  part  was  hindered  by  the 
nearness  of  the  hill,  and  so  at  present  Mousson 
itself  and  the  "vieille  ville"  are  relatively  unim- 
portant. It  is  curious  that  the  part  on  the  out- 
side of  the  river  is  sometimes  called  today  not 
a  part  of  Pont-a-Mousson,  but 
"Antreville,"  which  means 
"the  other  village."  In  Roman 
days  this  little  double  village 
over  the  river  was  spoken  of 
(Ninth  Century  manuscript) 
as  the  "Villa  Pontus  sub  Cas- 
tra  Montionis."  (Bridge  vil- 
lage under  the  Camp  of  Mous- 
son.) Its  subsequent  shorten- 
ing to  Pont-a-Mousson  is  easy 
to  trace. 

The  1500  inhabitants  of 
Pont-a-Mousson  have  coined 
for  themselves  the  adjective 
"Mussipontain  '  and  seem 
very  proud  of  their  town;  in- 
ordinately so,  it  seems  to  us, 
who  have  seen  only  the  de- 
serted, shell-torn  aspect 
through  a  wet,  drab  winter. 
Possibly  a  peace-time  stroll 
under  the  shady  arches  sur- 
rounding the  "square"  (tri- 
angle, in  truth)  admiring  the  beautifully  carved 
stone  fronts,  sparkling  white  in  the  blazing  sun, 
or  a  walk  through  the  well-kept  parks  on  the 
south  of  the  town  would  cause  a  change  of 
opinion. 

Pont-a-Mousson  first  became  a  town  of  im- 
portance about  the  1  0th  century  and  began  to 
receive  frequent  mention  in  the  chronicles  of 
the  time.  In  the  1  1  th  century  a  very  impor- 
tant hospital  v^as  established  under  the  com- 
mandery  of  St.  Antoine  of  Liege.  Its  build- 
ings were  erected  directly  across  the  river  from 
Headquarters  Company's  billets.  The  first 
known  rulers  of  the  region  and  owners  of  the 
castle  or  chateau  part  of  Mousson  were  the  suc- 
cessive counts  of  Bar,  each  of  whom  styled 
himself  by  preference  "Count  of  Mousson." 
They  found  the  castle  on  the  hill  about  as  com- 
fortable as  an  eagle's  nest,  and  moved  down 
into  Pont-a-Mousson  about  the  12  th  century. 
Count  Thibaut  I  at  the  end  of  the  1  2th  century 
built  a  college  near  the  west  end  of  the  bridge 
and  gave  Pont-a-Mousson  proper  its  birth. 
Thibaut  I  (1230-12  70)  surrounded  the  grow- 
ing town  with  ramparts  and  systematized  the 
plan. 

It  became  a  marquisot  in  1354  and  a  city  of 
the  empire  in  1372.  In  1431,  at  the  dawn  of 
modern  times,  the  Duchy  of  Bar  was  united  to 
that  of  Lorraine  and  Pont-a-Mousson  became 
a  Lorraine  village.      It  increased  gradually  and 


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became  the  home  of  a  large  number  of  relig- 
ious organizations,  especially  during  the  1 4th 
and  15th  centuries.  This  period  was  the  most 
brilliant  in  the  history  of  the  town,  mainly  from 
the  celebrated  university  which  w^as  established 
in  15  72  and  flourished  for  two  centuries.  It 
had  an  European  reputation  and  gave  Pont-a- 
Mousson  the  title  "Athens  of  Lorraine."  It 
was  managed  by  the  Jesuits  and,  at  the  sup- 
pression of  that  order,  was  moved  to  Nancy  in 


Detroit   Electricians   and 
Pont-a-Mousson  Po-w^er 

When  the  res^iment  moved  into  Pont-a- 
Mousson  no  lighting  facilities  were  to  be 
found.  Candles  were  not  available  and  al- 
though lamps  were  plentiful,  oil  could  not  be 
purchased  for  love  or  money.  It  looked  like 
we  were  up  against  it. 

Upon  investigation  of  the  town,  however, 
a  small  electric  power  plant  was  found  lo- 
cated on  a  canal  running  into  the  Moselle 
river.  Its  power  supply  had  evidently  been 
augmented  by  some  other  source,  but  all 
connections    were   broken. 

This  discovery  made,  our  electricians  got 
busy  and  put  the  little  plant  into  working 
order.  Lines  were  run  to  the  billets  and 
offices,  bulbs  were  secured  from  Nancy,  and 
we  had  light. 

"The  Post-War  Pont-a-Mousson  Electric 
Company"  was  composed  principally  of  two 
ex-Detroit  electricians,  Sgt.  Frank  M.  Hydon 
and  Corp.  William  D.  McKellar.  Their  spe- 
cial duty  status  endowed  them  with  a  privi- 
lege, that  of  giving  us  light,  and  they  took 
advantage  of  it.  Without  their  works  night 
life  in  Pont-a-Mousson  would  have  been  ex- 
ceedingly   dull. 


1  768.  It  occupied  the  buildings  along  the 
east  bank  of  the  Moselle,  north  of  the  bridge, 
and  was  replaced  in  1  800  by  a  royal  military 
school  which  stands  today. 

The  town  was  captured  in  1476  by  Charles 
the  Bald,  Duke  of  Burgundy;  w^as  besieged  in 
1632  by  Louis  Xlll  and  in  1670  the  chateau 
part  of  Mousson  and  the  other  fortifications 
were  destroyed  by  command  of  Louis  XIV. 
In  1  766,  after  the  death  of  Stanislas,  Pont-a- 
Mousson  became  thoroughly  French  in  its 
manners  and  customs. 

During  the  Franco-Prussian  war,  Pont-a- 
Mousson  and  the  surrounding  territory  fell  into 
the  hands  of  the  Germans.  The  12th  day  of 
August,  1  870,  a  skirmish  occurred  in  the  streets 
between  the  African  Chasseurs  of  General  Mar- 
guerite and  the  German  advance  guard.  A 
tablet  in  one  of  the  houses  in  the  Rue  Gam- 
betta,  half  way  between  St.  Martin  Church  and 
the  Toul-Metz  road,  marks  this  occurrence. 
The  2 1  st  of  August,  after  the  battle  of  St. 
Privot,  the  royal  Prussian  quarters  were  estab- 
lished in  Pont-a-Mousson.  They  w^ere  in  the 
same  building  that  Battery  F  used  as  their 
main  billet  and   the  officers'   living  room  was 


the  room  used  by  the  ex-kaiser — then  crown 
prince — as  a  bedroom. 

Pont-a-Mousson  is  the  birthplace  of  several 
notables.  First,  Marguerite  of  Anjou  (1429- 
1482),  daughter  of  the  good  King  Rene,  hero- 
ine of  the  War  of  the  Roses,  who  married 
Henry  VI  of  England.  She  was  celebrated 
for  her  courage  and  misfortunes.  Her  birth- 
place was  in  a  chateau-fort  on  the  site  of  Head- 
quarters Company's  billets.  It  was  destroyed 
by  Crequi  at  the  same  time  as  Mousson  and 
from  the  ruins  were  built  part  of  the  quar- 
ters of  the  12th  French  Dragoons  before  the 
war.  These  quarters  surrounded  the  square 
used  by  Supply  Company  and  later  the  regi- 
ment as  a  carriage  park. 

Another  celebrity  was  Jean  Barclay,  the 
author.  Still  another  was  Duroc,  Duke  of 
Frioul  (1772-1813),  a  particular  friend  of 
Napoleon  I  and  Grand  Marshal  of  the  Palace. 
His  birthplace  and  home  was  in  the  billet  oc- 
cupied by  Battery  A. 

Fabvier  (1782-1855),  a  general  and  peer 
of  France,  the  hero  of  the  Greek  independence, 
was  born  on  the  street  which  bears  his  name. 

There  are  many  interesting  places  in  Pont- 
a-Mousson.  The  most  noteworthy  is  the 
Church  of  St.  Martin  on  the  east  bank  of  the 
Moselle.  It  was  built  during  the  1  3th  and 
1  4th  centuries  and  was  first  the  church  of  the 
commandery  of  St.  Antoine,  mentioned  above, 
and  then  a  university.  The  towers  are  42 
metres  high,  the  one  nearest  the  corner  the 
most  ornamental.  The  entire  church  is  pure 
Gothic  in  style  and  is  a  splendid  example  on 
a  small  scale  of  its  more  famous  prototypes. 
The  portal  is  richly  ornamented  and  is  exceed- 
ingly like  that  of  the  Cathedral  of  Toul.  It 
is  the  flowery  original  style  of  the  fifteenth 
century,  the  work  of  the  same  architect  as  that 
of  Toul,  Jacquemin  de  Commercy,  one  of  the 
few  designers  w^hose  names  have  actually  come 
down  to  us. 

The  Place  Duroc,  the  triangular  space  in 
the  center  of  town,  has  but  one  interest  outside 
of  its  unique  arches.  This  is  the  "Home  of  the 
Seven  Capital  Sins" — the  second  building  on 
the  right  on  entering  the  Place  from  the  west 
has  seven  stone  statues  on  the  face  of  its  sec- 
ond story  which  give  the  building  its  name. 
It  was  the  stopping  place  of  the  Princes  of  Lor- 
raine during  the  seventeenth  century  on  their 
visits  to  the  town. 

St.  Laurent  Street,  which  held  Regimental 
H.  Q.,  Battery  E  and  the  postoffice  and  Chap- 
lain's quarters,  has  many  houses  of  rennais- 
sance  age — the  end  of  the  sixteenth  and  be- 
ginning of  the  seventeenth  centuries — and  also 
the  Church  of  St.  Laurent.  The  choir  of  the 
latter  dates  from  the  fifteenth  century. 

The  billet  of  Battery  E,  built  in  1598,  was 
formerly  the  home  of  "The  Sisters  of  the  Chris- 
tian Doctrine,"  one  of  the  numerous  religious 
orders  already  mentioned.  Its  ashen  door 
in  spite  of  age  shows  most  of  the  original 
carving.      The    building    on    the    right    of    the 


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street  at  the  corner  opposite  Regimental  H.  Q. 
and  the  one  next  to  it,  used  at  first  as  the 
Chaplain's  quarters,  date  from  the  sixteenth 
century  and  present  the  overhanging  second 
story  and  other  details  of  the  period. 

The  Place  St.  Antoine,  where  guard  mounts 
were  held,  was  formerly  an  antique  forum  or 
market,  where  the  commercial  business  was 
discussed.  So  in  holding  our  ceremonies  there 
we  only  repeated  the  history  of  the  old  Roman 
guard  mounts  held  on  the  same  spot.  The  twin 
towers  across  the  river  from.  H.  Q.  Company 
belong  to  the  Chapel  of  the  Abbey  of  Saint 
Marie  Majeure,  established  by  Louis  XIV  and 
dating  from   I  705. 

Going  from  the  Place  Duroc  to  the  bridge 
and  turning  to  the  right  along  the  bank  of  the 
river,  one  may  see,  as  part  of  the  abutment 
walls  of  the  river  bank,  remains  of  the  orig- 
inal walls  used  as  fortifications.  The  raised 
boulevard,  curving  around  the  depot,  with  its 
trees  planted  in  I  795,  and  the  parks  beyond, 
were  favorite  promenades  of  the  inhabitants 
for  several  centuries.  On  the  south  of  the 
town  are  the  furnaces  and  foundries  for  iron 


work — mostly  piping — which,  with  the 
wine  of  the  Moselle  districts  there- 
about, made  Pont-a-Mousson  indus- 
trially important. 

Of  the  environs  of  Pont-a-Mousson, 
Mousson  is  the  most  interesting.  The 
hill  is  386  metres  high  and  on  a  clear 
day  the  Cathedral  of  Metz  can  be  seen 
on  the  north  and  to  the  south  the 
hill  of  Mont-Saint-Mihiel  with  the  fort 
dominating  Toul.  Many  of  the  houses  of  the 
village  are  of  fifteenth  and  sixteenth  century 
build.  The  small  square  wing  on  the  right 
of  the  church  is  the  only  remnant  of  the 
eleventh  century,  the  balance  being  restored 
in  1895  and  crowned  with  the  statue  of  Joan 
of  Arc.  In  the  center  of  the  right  wing  men- 
tioned stands  a  large,  curiously  carved  bap- 
tismal fount,  unfortunately  covered  with  sand 
bags  at  the  time  the  regiment  was  there.  The 
crumbling  brown  walls  are  the  only  remains 
of  the  chateau  fort  and  date  from  the  thir- 
teenth century. 

On  the  west  of  Pont-a-Mousson  stand  the 
brick  and  wood  barracks  built  by  the  Germans 
in  1870  and  used  as  workingmen's  billets  be- 
fore the  recent  war. 

Narroy,  4  kilos  north  of  Pont-a-Mousson 
and  in  a  small  valley  just  off  the  left  bank  of 
the  river,  is  famous  for  its  wines,  its  sixteenth 
century  church  and  small  stone  monument  used 
by  the  Druids  for  religious  purposes. 

Ten  kilos  south  of  Pont-a-Mousson  is  Drieu- 
louard  (we  entrained  there)  with  the  prom- 
inent  side  and   tower   of  a   chateau-fort   built 


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in  the  tenth  century  and  successively  destroyed 
and  rebuilt  until  finally  dismantled  by  Louis 
XIV  in  I  660  to  its  present  still  imposing  as- 
pect. The  island  formed  by  the  river  just  east 
of  Dieulouard  is  the  site  of  the  celebrated 
Scarponne,  besieged  without  success  by  Attila 
in  the  fifth  century.  The  wandering  of  the 
river  has  destroyed  all  buildings  but  old  coins, 
bronzes  and  debris  of  sculpture  have  been 
found  and  may  be  seen  in  the  Nancy  museum. 


On  the  top  of  the  hill  above  St.  Genevieve 
(the  town  on  the  hill  south  of  Pont-a-Mous- 
son)  is  a  cross  commemorating  the  spot  w^here 
a  large  number  of  Christians  suffered  martyr- 
dom under  the  hands  of  German  barbarians 
in  the  fourth  century.  The  high  mound  against 
which  St.  Genevieve  itself  is  built  is  one  of  a 
series  built  by  Attila  for  his  fortified  camps. 
LIEUT.  D.  W.  KAUFMAN, 

Battery  F. 


Christmas  Cheer  on  Tap 


Christmas  day  it  snowed  in  Pont-a-Mousson. 
That  snow  looked  more  like  home  than  any- 
thing we  had  seen  in  France.  Christmas  night 
we  feasted.  The  fellows  were  prone  to  look 
forward  to  Christmas  day  with  just  a  tinge  of 
regret,  secretly  they  hoped  to  be  back  home 
by  then,  but  it  wasn't  so  bad  after  all. 

If  the  headquarters  company  cooks  had  by 
accident  poured  a  sack  of  salt  instead  of  sugar 
into  the  coffee,  or  if  they  had  burned  the 
beans     six     days     in 

succession,  on  Christ-  ^^^^^^^^"^  ' 

mas  day  they  made 
up  for  all  of  it.  In 
all  our  army  life  we 
never  had  a  feed 
like  that  and  Thanks- 
giving and  Christ- 
mas back  at  Custer 
were  no  mean  af- 
fairs. 

Darkness  came  at 
four-thirty  w^  h  i  c  h 
was  our  usual  sup- 
per time  but  two  ex- 
tra hours  were  given 
on  that  night  in 
which  to  whet  up 
our  appetites.  They 
were  keen  when  the 
time  came. 

Enough    food    for 
two  hundred   men   is  a 
than    three    cooks    can 


"  Nine  by— THree  by— Four** 

You  certainly  gave  me  a  royal  surprise, 

"Nine  by — Three   by — Four." 
You  proved  to  be  bigger  bv  far  than  your  size, 

"Nine   by Three   by — Four." 

We  thought  you'd  be  wee  by  your  tag  from  H.  Q., 

And  you  looked  quite  petite  when  you  hove  into  view — 

But  in  Xmas  abundance  you  brought  something  new, 

"Nine   by — Three   bv — Four." 

You're  a  tribute  to  Yankee  get-there-or-bust, 

"Nine   by Three   by — Four." 

You'll   help   us  go  Pretzel-ward  now  if  we  must, 

"Nine   by Three   hv — Four." 

You're  a  bunch  of  condensed  Xmas  cheer  in  some  twine! 
But  there's  one  thing  you  couldn't  begin  to  confine — 
That's   my    love  for   those  wonderful   Ain  Folks   o'   Mine, 

"Nine   by — Three   by — Four." 

SGT.  WM.  R.  MELTON, 

Battery   B. 


whole   lot   more 
prepare,     sample 


food 
and 

serve,  so  at  the  sound  of  the  whistle  the  com- 
pany fell  in  and  gave  them  a  lift  to  the  ban- 
quet hall. 

For  this  special  occasion  the  gymnasium  on 
the  third  floor  of  the  school  building  was 
cleared  and  converted  into  a  banquet  hall. 
Some  of  our  camouflage  artists  had  been  busy 
during  the  day  and  the  gym  looked  regular. 
A  big  Christmas  tree  bow^ed  to  us  from  one 
corner.  Old  Glory  waved  from  another.  The 
walls  were  draped  with  vine  and  evergreen. 
Jap  lanterns  here  and  there  topped  off  the 
setting  of  the  scene. 

We  filed  in  at  the  appointed  hour  and  the 
most  pleasant  Christmas  night  ever  spent  away 
from  home  started.  The  dinner  wasn't  served 
in  courses.  It  all  came  in  at  once  and  the  tables 
fairly    creaked.       The    mess    sergeant    with    a 


broad  smile  on  his  face  leaned  against  the  wall 
and  watched  the  boys  enjoy  themselves.  And 
they  whole-heartedly  paid  him  the  fairest  com- 
pliment to  his  efforts  that  he  could  wish  for. 
The  feast  over  someone  started  tearing 
away  the  decorations  from  a  corner.  The 
evergreen  parted,  our  eyes  rested  on  the  end 
of  a  huge  keg.  Ah,  Fritz,  you  unwillingly 
shared  part  of  your  Christmas  delicacies  with 
us!       The    tap    was    driven    in    and    merriment 

claimed  the  evening. 
-  We      had      guests 

that  night  and  they 
favored  us  with 
toasts.  Captain 
Brady,  the  Chaplain 
and  our  own  officers 
livened  up  the  occa- 
sion with  jests.  We 
had  songs,  recitals 
and  games.  Each 
man  got  a  present 
from  the  Christmas 
tree  and  read  aloud 
the  poem  attached 
to  it. 

It    was    a    happy 
occasion  all  the  way 
around  and  the  boys 
will      remember      it 
^^^^i^.^^.^^.^^;;^^^  when   other   features 

are     forgotten,     that 
surprise   of   surprises,    that   Christmas   night   in 
the  No-Man's  Land   of  but  a  yesterday. 
*     *     * 

Americans  are  said  to  be  the  greatest  sou- 
venir hunters  the  world  has  ever  known.  The 
trip  to  Europe  furnished  two  million  of  them 
a  grand  opportunity  to  enlarge  their  respective 
collections. 

The  mysterious  souvenir  of  the  radio  room 
seemed  to  energize  prospective  buyers  more 
than  any  other  article  placed  on  the  market. 
The  entire  band  section  stepped  lively  when 
they  inspected  it;  one  of  the  band  men  kicked 
over  a  stove  in  his  frantic  haste  to  get  to  his 
pocketbook.  Cal  Stewart  coined  a  lot  of 
choice  epithets  descriptive  of  his  appreciation. 
Corporals  Ferguson  and  Inlow  were  raised  to 
lofty  heights  and  together  sang  a  song  entitled 
"Turn   It   Off." 


—  42- 


Mss.  Found  in  tKe  Guard  House 


Now  breaks  the  guardhouse  into  print.  We 
hadn't  imagined  it  would  until  we  found  this 
manuscript  on  the  floor  of  a  329th  brig,  just 
emptied  of  its  tenants  by  moving  orders.  It 
lay  on  a  floor  quite  barren  of  other  ideas. 
Save  for  a  few  cootie  casualties  it  was  the  sole 
survivor  of  the  exodus.  We  picked  it  up 
curiously,  as  it  were,  and  reverently,  as  it  hap- 
pened, transcribed  it  on  our  weary  Corona. 
And  here  it  is,    as  Pete  Schulte  would   say: 

"i  am  in  the  brig  It  aint  my  fault.  TTiat 
dam  topkick — how  i  hate  him  My  bunky 
told  me  of  a  new  edishun  on  sware  words 
which  Ime  sending  for  to  discuss  him  with — i 
mean  the  topkick  not  my  bunky. 

"i  have  desided  to  rite  a  book  i  aint  liter- 
rary — my  ears  is  two  strate  out  from  my  head 
to  hold  a  pencil — ^but  i  red  in  one  of  the  Chap- 
lin's books  about  a  guy  what  rote  a  book  in 
jail  and  it  was  published  in  2  Cities  *  *  * 
Now  Ime  starting  the  book — 

"Gentyl  reeder  take  it  from  one  ■who  nose 
the  army  is  A  moving  guardhouse  They  don't 
never  give  you  no  peece — they  wood  only  for 
the  First  sargeant  who  is  known  soshally  as 
the  topkick.  He  aint  hooman  he  put  me  on 
KP  onct  when  my  girl  was  out  to  visit  me  He 
even  wares  spurs  on  his  vocabulary.  Some- 
times i  wake  up  out  of  a  nitemare  just  in  time 
to  save  his  life 

"He  nose  more  than  that  wise  bird  in  the 
old  Testiment  and  he  wont  answer  a  civil 
question — Unles  you  ast  him  if  voure  on  dooty. 
He  thinks  we're  all  deff  and  barks  at  us  like 
a  Newfound  dog.  He  can  make  you  fc^l 
cheep  with  900  francs  in  your  pocket.  He 
can  see  a  button  casualtee  a  mile  and  cant  here 
anything  he  dont  want  to  Hez  ruff  and  reddy 
and  hardboiled.  His  folks  is  sed  to  have  died 
of  hard  feelings.  He  thinks  every  guy  on  Sick 
call  is  a  pill-Boy — In  breef,  he  dont  seem  to 
care  if  he  lives  after  the  war  or  not  Ive  often 
wished  he'd  take  his  post  and  disappeare  w^ith 
it. 

"i  fell  air  to  more  francs  than  i  kneeded  in 
Pont-a-Mousson  and  went  AWOL  to  visit 
Nancy  And  he  found  out  i  wuz  gone  before  i 
left.  i  bet  he  set  up  nites  waitin  for  me  to 
come  back  He  sez  youre  under  Arest  the 
minut  i  come  in.  i  sez  i  know  it — you  cant 
tell  me  nothin.  O  cant  i  sez  he  And  i  landed 
here  where  i  hadnt  oughta  be  What  if  Suzie 
shood   discover — 

"i  wuz  interrupted  Somebody  calling  my 
name  It  was  the  topkick  and  he  brot  me  some 
male  and  a  Xmas  package  and  he  sez  Youll 
be  out  soon  Bill  we're  gonna  move  And  i  sez 
Ime  happier  than  i  wuz  There  aint  no  topkick 
here  to  kick  me  Around.  And  he  sez  have  a 
cigarette  and  unboozumed  his  hart  to  me. 

"Maybe  he  might  be  hooman  after  All — 
maybe.  He  sez  maybe  you  think  a  Buck  is 
Goat  No.    1    in   this  army  but  he   aint.      The 


topkick  is.  Buck  has  nothin  on  his  mind  but 
hair  and  meals  and  mail,  generally.  Topper 
has  the  cares  of  a  battery  on  his  mind  and  no 
Officers  able  to  swear  outloud.  He  yerns  to 
be  hoomon  but  his  job  won't  let  him.  Hez  a 
edison  reckord  with  nothin  but  disturbin  music 
allowed — when  they  turns  on  the  soothin  mel- 
odies its  time  for  Officers  mess. 


An  Armx  Legend 

When   good   civilians   die   tliey   go 

To   HeHVen,   a«  a  rule. 
An  old  First  Sergeant  doesn't  die, 

But  turns  into  a  mule. 

He  plods  along  quite  faithfully, 

Has  ne'er  a  word  to  say. 
And  never  growls  about  his  "chow," 

Nor  kicks  about  his  pay. 

Now,  should  you  go  a-soldering, 

The  army  is  a  school. 
And   lesson   one   is   simply  this: 

Respect  the  army  mule. 

They  once  were  soldiers,  like  yourself, 
These    drudses   'fore   the    wheels: 

And   lesson    two — I'!!    whifper    it: 
Don't  fool  around  their  heel*. 


-Life. 


"Hez  offlshal  killjoy  by  vertyou  of  his  po- 
sishun — if  there  aint  anything  to  do  in  the 
Battery,  Headquarters  hollers  detail.  He 
gives  nothin  but  orders  cause  he  gets  so  many 
hez  gotta  unload.  He  got  hardboiled  because 
they  left  him  in  hot  water  too  long. 

"And  now  hez  got  a  letter  from  his  girl 
wonderin  why  he  writes  crabbylike.  Hez 
wonderin  if  maybe  i  couldn't  chear  him  up  a 
littel  before  he  answers.  He  sez  i  alius  did 
tickle  him  though  he  dassent  show  it.  Hez 
gone  now  and  Ime  wonderin  if  maybe  i  wont 
be  abel  to  consider  him  as  a  hooman  being 
when  i  meat  him  in  Deetroit     *     *     *  " 


Over  Here 

At  one  stop  in  France  part  of  us  were  bil- 
leted in  an  ex- (dirt  floor)  garage  out  toward 
the  edge  of  town.  Our  quarters  weren't  bad 
at  that,  except  that  we  had  no  place  to  wash. 
(Does  Brer  Yank  like  his  morning  ablutions) 
Ask  him!) 

The  absence  of  basins  and  such-like  didn  t 
worry  us;  we  just  couldn't  locate  any  aqua 
pura  or  otherwise.  (It  was  a  wine  town.) 
There  wasn't  even  a  hydrant  within  half  a 
mile  from  where  our  kitchen  was. 

The  first  morning  we  went  washless  to 
"chow."  The  next  some  of  the  boys  borrowed 
a  bucket  of  water  from  somewhere,  and  as 
msmy  as  could  dove  in.  The  third  morning 
one  of  the  early  birds  ducked  his  head  in  the 


—  43  — 


door  and  yelled,  "Come  on,  you  guys,  and 
wash!  Beaucoup  water,  basins  n' everything." 
We  wondered  who  our  benefactor  could  be 
and  learned  it  was  the  little  old  lady  next  door. 

We  had  noticed  her  a  time  or  two  before. 
She  always  had  a  "bon  jour"  for  the  boys. 
Her  hair  was  gray  and  time  had  left  deep 
etchings  on  her  face.  Declining  years  (and 
doubtless  heavy  labor)  had  bent  her  shoulders 
and  her  step  was  faltering  but  she  was  of  the 
stock  that  dies  with  boots  on.  The  look  in 
her  eyes — over  the  stumpy  spectacles — told 
you  that. 

She  couldn't  talk  our  language  but  she  knew 
how  good  a  morning  wash  felt  to  us  and  she 
was  busy  lugging  more  water  for  the  row  of 
china    basins — her    basins — and    the    line    of 


husky  soldiers — Uncle  Sam's  soldiers.  'Round 
the  house  she  hobbled  and  shortly  reappeared 
with  the  old  (retired)  sprinkler-bucket  brim- 
ful. Several  hastened  to  help  her.  But  no, 
she  could  carry  the  bucket  alone.  Let  the  boys 
go  on  with  their  splashing.  She  understood. 
Didn't  she  have  two  sons  in  the  army? 

Thereafter,  every  morning,  no  matter  how 
early  we  got  up  or  how  dismal  the  weather, 
our  w^ashing  water  and  the  basins  were  always 
there.  Our  old  "grandmere,"  as  she  called 
herself,  never  forgot  us.  And  what  would  she 
appreciate  in  return  for  all  this  thoughtfulness? 
Why,  just  a  bite  now  and  then  of  our  army 
white  bread.  And  it  was  nothing  but  "punk" 
to  us  and  a  darned  poor  variety  of  that. 


St.  Calais 

Regimental  headquarters  were  here  on  the 
last  stop  before  the  Belgian  Camp.  Saint 
Calais  is  an  ancient  Galla-Roman  town,  named 
for  an  abbey  founded  at  the  time  of  Clotaire  1. 
The  Church  of  Notre  Dame  there  is  of  1540 
and  has  an  original  and  rich  facade  of  that 
period.  The  lower  part  of  the  octagonal  pil- 
lars inside  dates  from  1  366.  On  the  hill  and 
back  of  the  church  are  the  remains  of  a  chateau 
built  in  the  eleventh  century,  consisting  of  two 


Different  War  Medals 

Here  Sam,  what  am  dat  thing  you  got  pinned  on  your 
O.  D.  coat? 

"Why  dat's  a  Crois  de  Guerre  I  got  in  France. 
I  killed  a  dozen  Germans  single  handed  at  de  front — 

And  sho  did  take  one  awful  desp'rate  chance." 

And   nigger   what's   dat   oder   medal   dat  adorns   your 
chest?" 

"Why  dat's  a  D.  S.  C.  from  Uncle  Sam- 
The  general  asked  for  volunteers  to  go  across  da  top. 

So  I  stepped  up  and  said,    'Sir,  here's  your  man.'  " 

Now,  Sam  no   medals  hang  on   me  for  ^vound  or 
bravery, 
But  dere's  one  I  sho'ly  would  like  to  have  on. 
We  all  have  earned  it  for  we  sho'ly  licked  dat  Kaiser 
Bill, 
Da  name  of  it — why  it's  "A  CrossdePond." 

BURT  B.  BARSOOK,  H.  Q.  Company. 


tall  fragments  of  masonry.  In  the  village 
stands  a  bust  of  Poitenin  (1819-1  882  ) ,  the  in- 
ventor of  the  permanent  carbon  print,  who  was 
born  here.  Population  about  3,600 — and  we 
will  say  that  the  people  of  this  quaint,  little  old 
village  were  about  as  nice  to  us  as  any  we 
met  in  our  travels. 

St.  Calais  has  narrow  streets,  running  in  no 
particular  direction.  The  houses  are  arranged 
irrespective  of  the  streets  and,  as  a  result, 
some  of  them  set  far  back  in  the  yards,  the 
majority  of  them  are  flush  with  the  sidewalk 
and  some  extend  over  the  walks,  usually  with 
their  base  lines  at  an  oblique  with  the  curb,  it 
is  very  ridiculous  to  Americans. 


Everything  is  old  and  crumbling.  Vines 
are  obviously  present.  The  trees  are  stubby 
and  covered  with  parasitic  moss.  Small  hedges 
fill  every  available  corner. 

The  shops  are  small.  Some  are  extremely 
neat  while  others  are  very  untidy  and  unin- 
viting. There  is  a  hydrant  of  running  water 
in  every  block.  The  flow  crosses  the  walk 
into  the  gutter.  The  city  is  unlighted  at  night 
and  even  the  shops  have  draw  curtains  behind 
their  window^s,  similar  to  the  American  saloon. 
The  French  cafes  are  "beaucoup."  Every 
block  has  one  or  more.  Mademoiselles  and 
madames  serve  the  drinks.  The  poorer  people 
wear  wooden  shoes  and  sound  like  a  galloping 
horse  when  they  amble  over  the  cobblestones. 
It  is  a  quaint,  little  old  city. 
*      *      * 

QuicK  Watson,  Life  Buoy! 

The  veteran  was  reminiscing.  "Speaking 
of  baths,"  he  was  saying,  "I've  had  some  funny 
washes  in  this  man's  army.  I've  had  ice 
baths,  steam  baths,  hot  baths  and  luke  ones. 
I've  bathed  in  rivers,  mountain  streams,  fold- 
ing buckets,  French  soup  tureens,  mess  kits  and 
shell  holes,  but  that  bath  at  St.  Calais  sort 
o'  took  the  'Lifebuoy.'  It  was  a  lallapaloozer!" 
And  he  bit  off  a  chew  of  army  plug  w^ith  more 
than  ordinary  vehemence  and  spat  across  the 
neighboring  canal. 

"Take  goin'  down  there.  That  was  regular 
enough.  We  fell  in — same  old  squads  left — 
and  marched  down  the  street,  clean  duds  in 
hand  or  under  the  raincoat,  dependin'  upon 
how^  much  rain  you  was  absorbin'.  Funny 
lookin'  place  we  stopped  at,  though.  I  began 
to  wonder  then. 

"It  was  just  any  French  house  on  the  street. 
There  was  one  of  them  high  gates  though  and 
we  went  through  that — after  hearin'  that  we'd 
go  upstairs  and  undress.  What-da-yah-mean, 
upstairs?  Oh  yeh,  the  rickety  ones,  leadin' 
up  into  an  attic  where  some  of  the  gang  is 
billeted.  After  we  undress  here  where  do  we 
go?  (I  wasn't  the  only  Unwashed  that  was 
wonderin'  that.) 


44  — 


'Line  up,'  says  the  Top,  'towels  in  hand — 
an'  soap.  We're  going  down  again.'  Where, 
man?  Where?  We're  naked — we're  as  we 
is!  All  right,  I'll  shet  up.  Twenty-four  at  a 
time?      I'm  here.      Br-r-r-r !     Let's  GO! 

"Well,  dow^n  we  goes  finally,  shiverin'  and 
steppin'  high.  Out  into  the  back  court-yard — 
or  whatever  you  calls  one  of  them  Frog  back 
yards.  The  rain  fell  plumb  on  us  then.  It 
was  winter  in  the  middle  of  February.  My 
cold  was  downright  happy.  But  some  sort  of 
an  infernal  machine  was  makin'  an  awful 
racket.      (I  later  noticed  it  was  a  rovin'  tank- 


Army  »$tew 

(Tune:      "Long  Boy") 

It   is  iust   a   bowl    of  army   stew 

When  the  cook  hss  nothins   else  to  do 

He  takes  a  hunk  of  army  beef, 

Some    rubber    heels   and    cabbage    leaf: 

Now,   it  is  rich  and  it  is  hot 

And  it  always  goes  to  the  same  old  spot — 
But   when   they   get  it   every   day, 
Your    hear    thoie    Buddies    say: 

Chorus: 

Good-bye    ma.    sood-bye    pa, 

Good-bye   mule,    with    your   old   hee-haw! 

I    may   not   know   how   this   stew   is   made. 

But    you    bet,    by    Gosh !    I    ain't   afraid. 

And,    Oh,    my   sweetheart,   if   I   die 

They  cannot  say  that  I  didn't  try ! 

For  I  can  swallow  what  I  can't  chew — 

And  that's  about  all  one  fellow  can  do. 

— Contributed. 


car,  heatin'  the  w^ater  with  gas  and  pumpin'  it 
with  the  engine  power.  There's  some  as  argues 
that  the  water  had  joined  the  Anti-Cootie 
League,  formed  after  the  finee  of  Booze.) 


"Anyhow,  the  next  thing  after  that  dash 
was,  'Leave  your  towels  here!'  Which  we  did 
in  a  matchbox  of  a  room  with  no  nails  on  the 
walls  and  water  on  the  floor.  Then  into  the 
shower  room  proper,  as  the  Chaplain  would 
say.  Twenty-four  of  us  fit  into  it  like  suckers 
into  a  sardine  can.  But  we  got  in — and  was 
lookin'  up  at  the  framework  of  pipes  above 
when  some  guy  yells,  'Look  out!  Here  she 
comes!'  (No  'On  the  way'  or  nothin'.)  And 
come  she  did,  cold  as  Havre,  Montana,  and 
fast  as  Niagara.  But  we  stuck,  rememberin' 
about  the  five-minutes-only  order — which  1 
forgot  to  mention — and  hopin'  it  would  get 
hot.      It  did.      Toot  sweet — Damnhot. 

"Whereupon  there  was  a  medley  of  arms, 
feet  an*  yells,  such  as  mingles  only  in  the  life 
of  a  soldier.  Every  man-Yank  of  them  was 
workin'  like  mad  to  see  how  much  he  couldn't 
miss. 

"An'  jes  as  I  got  the  soap  lathered  good  in 
my  hair,  off  she  goes.  Great  guns,  man  on 
the  fawcet,  this  is  awful!  Succor!  Kamerad! 
There's  dirt  on  me  yet — beaucoup  layers  of  it 
— an'  Lifebuoy  in  me  eyes !  She's  comin'  on 
again?  Um-well,  that's  better.  We're  to  soap 
up  now,  savin'  water,  eh?  That  leaves  me  a 
lather  ahead — me  bein'   already  soaped. 

"Sufferin'  bobcats,  my  eye!  The  other  one 
now!  I'm  growin'  wilder  every  bubble.  *  *  * 
Ah,  THERE  she  comes  again!  Good  old  water! 
What!  She  ain't  dyin'  down?  She's  fineesh? 
Sanctum  mazookum — and  some  bird  just  asked 
me  if  I  liked  the  army — 

"Who's  got  me  towel?  I'll  DO  it — the  Chap- 
lain will  have  another  ceremony — that's  it  in 
the  mud  on  the  floor?  !!!??()??  !!%DamnI 
Run  for  it  an'  get  out  of  the  cold  an'  rain? 
Man,  what  care  I  if  it  pluieves  all  over  me." 


Caesar    Once    Held    Guard   Mount    in 
tHe  «Sc[uare  "We  Used  at 
Pont-a-Mousson 

To  the  old  stone  walls  about  the  Place  de  St.  Antoine  our  manner  of 
guard  mount  must  have  seemed  but  another  chapter  in  the  evolution  of  such 
military  ceremonies.  For  we  are  told  that  even  before  the  days  of  Caesar  that 
site  was  used  as  a  military  parade  ground  by  ancient  tribes. 

After  the  Romans  captured  Gaul  a  great  amphitheatre  was  built  in  the 
Place  de  St.  Antoine  and  military  fetes  there  were  common.  In  the  course 
of  time  the  buildings  shattered  away  and  the  place  became  a  market  square 
and  was  used  as  such  until  the  Franco-Prussian  war. 

During  that  struggle  the  Prussians  occupied  Pont-a-Mousson  and  the 
little  square  was  once  more  the  scene  of  military  ceremonies. 

If  legends  hold  good  our  guard  mount  was  on  the  same  spot  where  many 
struggles  took  place  between  the  warring  tribes  of  that  vicinity  long  before 
there  was  a  France,  and  the  history  of  recent  events  in  Pont-a-Mousson  shows 
that  ours  was  the  fifth  army  that  held  guard  mounts  there  during  the  last 
five  years. 


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Authorities  differ  on  the  origin  of  the  name 
"Brest"  but  the  most  likely  conjecture  seems 
that  the  name  originates  from  a  certain  king  of 
Brittany  named  Bristock.  He  was  a  cruel 
monarch  of  the  fourth  century.  The  oldest 
authentic  document  in  which  the  city  of  Brest 
is  chronicled  is  found  in  a  chronicle  of  Nantes 
bearing  the  date  856,  where  Solomon,  the  king 
of  the  Britains,  is  spoken  of  having  died  in  a 
city  which  is  called  Brest. 

Whatever  the  origin  of  its  name  the  city 
wasn't  as  bad  as  we  had  heard  it  was.  Uncle 
Sam,   as  the  Twentieth  Century  Alladin,   had 


wrought  a  magic  military  city  from  a  dismal 
swamp  in  almost  the  time  it  takes  to  tell  about 
it.  "Chow"  there  was  better  and  more  plenti- 
ful than  any  we  had  previously  encountered 
in  the  army.  Pontanezen,  as  the  camp  was 
called,  wasn't  half  bad — save  for  all  night  de- 
tails and  double  quick  inspections.  The  old 
329th  came  through  with  flying  colors,  how- 
ever, and  the  last  we  saw  of  the  much  discussed 
city  of  Brest  was  from  a  naval  lighter,  from 
whose  decks  we  looked  back  at  the  band  play- 
ing "Good-bye,  Boys,  I'm  Through,"  and  said 
"Righto." 


THe  Calls  THat  Come  O'er  THe 
Tent-Tops  Ringing 

1  used  to  lie  on  my  cot  o'  nights  and  list  to  the  calls  come  ringing 
Over  the  tent-tops,   echoing  on — what  a  host   of   memories    bringing! 
Now  'twas  Tattoo  with  twinkling  trills,   loaned  by  the  skylark,   perhaps; 
Then  in  the  stillness,   dreamily  sad,   the  lingering  notes  of  Taps. 

Taps   of   the   endless  Arabian   Nights,    out    under   fathomless   skies — 
Taps   of   the   numbing,    deathless    refrain    o'  er  the  grave  w^here  some  Buddy  now  lies. 
Taps  o'   the  night-stand   and  Taps  o'   the  Camp,   and  Taps  o'    the  Little  Lost  Towns, 
Where  nothing  is  left  but  a  scar  on  the  earth — bleak  ruins  where  all  Nature  frowns. 

And  Tattoo,   that  musical  sprite  of  a  call!   rich   in   fluttering  notes — 

That  remind  you  of  nothing  so  much  as  a  bird  that  sings  and  sighs  as  he  floats. 

Tattoo — a  warning  that  quiet  is  due — heralding  Night  supreme; 

Tattoo,  the  flighty,  yet  gently  sublime  and  sweet  overture  to   a  dream. 

O  calls  that  come  o'er  the  tent-tops  a-ringing,   ripp'ling  the  Pool   of  Night! 
Trumpeting  promise  that  Peace  will  remain  forever  enthroned  with  the  Right — 
Keep  wafting  your  notes  through  the  echoes  of  Time — e'en  to  the  Great  Final  Call 
When  herald  and  requiem — Tattoo  and  Taps — shall  gently  bring  rest  to  us  all. 

SGT.  WM.  R.  MELTON, 

Battery  B. 


46  — 


The    17.   S.   I^eviatban   In  Her  War   Faint 


As  a  BocHe  Souvenir   tHe  Leviathan 

Tops  tHe  List 


Leviathan  means   "Monster  of  the  Sea". 

She's  all  of  that,  being  the  largest  ship  now 
operating  on  the  water. 

She  is  954  feet  long,  100  feet  beam,  and, 
when  leaving  New  York  draws  4 1  feet  1 0 
inches  of  water.  Place  her  on  Fifth  Avenue 
and  she  would  spread  from  42nd  Street  across 
45th  Street.  Stand  her  on  end  alongside  the 
Woolworth  Building  and  she  would  overtop 
that  colossus  of  the  sky  more  than  50  feet. 
She  weighs  69,000  tons;  more  than  twice  the 
displacement  of  the  world's  largest  dread- 
naught. 

She  stows  8,800  tons  of  coal;  and  consumes 
1  1,1  10  tons  on  a  trip,  thereby  requiring  3,310 
tons  abroad  so  she  can  have  1  000  tons  in  re- 
serve. Running  at  the  speed  she  is  capable 
of  (around  23  knots),  she  would  burn  be- 
tween 900  and  1 000  tons  daily.  Her  con- 
sumption at  the  rate  we  traveled  (around  20), 
is  816  tons  eastbound  and  720  tons  west- 
bound,  Welsh  coal  making  the  latter  saving. 

She  has  46  boilers,  8  horizontal  turbine  en- 
gines (four  forward  and  four  aft — one  set  for 
backing  and  one  for  going  ahead)  and  four 
propeller  shafts.  The  two  outer  shafts  are 
250  feet  long  and  the  two  inner  ones  300  feet 
long;  they  are  all  21  inches  in  diameter.  The 
couplers  (connecting  drive  shafts  to  propeller 
shafts)  weigh  27  tons  each.  The  shafts  aver- 
age lYl  turns  per  minute  per  knot.  The  pro- 
peller blades  are  7  feet  long;  fourteen  feet 
from  tip  to  tip.  Her  engineering  department 
requires  12  officers  and  950  men.  Her  com- 
missary department  requires  7  officers  and  350 
men. 

Her  larder  carries  enough  supplies  to  com- 
pare with  ten  battleships  and  one  supply  ship. 
She  took  on  over  2,000,000  net  pounds  of 
provisions  before  starting  over  after  us — repre- 
senting such  trifles  as  220,000  pounds  of  fresh 


beef,  45,000  pounds  of  ham,  95,000  pounds 
of  navy  beans,  150,000  pounds  of  Irish  spuds, 
100,000  pounds  of  apples,  45,000  pounds  of 
evaporated  milk,  1  75,000  pounds  of  sugar, 
15,000  pounds  of  assorted  cake,  18,000 
dozens  of  eggs,  30,000  pounds  of  coffee,  etc., 
etc.  She  once  made  a  trip  over,  left  80,000 
pounds  of  provisions  at  Liverpool  and  re- 
turned without  reprovisioning — and  could 
have  gone  ten  days  more.  She  has  35,000 
cubic  feet  of  cold  storage  forward  and  30,- 
000  aft.  All  perishable  stuff — save  35,000 
pounds  of  spuds — is  kept  in  cold  storage.  Her 
best  provisioning  record  is  three  days  and  a 
half. 

Her  messing  proposition  represents  the  big- 
gest feeding  task  ever  undertaken  in  the  his- 
tory of  the  world.  Up  until  the  time  we  broke 
the  record — with  Battery  B,  329  F.  A.  on  the 
job — her  best  feeding  record  was  around  10,- 
000  men  in  70  minutes.  Our  boys  helped  them 
to  shoot  through  over  1  1,000  men  in  80  min- 
utes —  or  approximately  one  man  to  every 
half  second.  The  general  mess  on  our  trip 
represented  13,926  men,  crew  and  troops. 
There  were  14,416  souls  on  board.  Inciden- 
tally, our  men  won  official  commendation  on 
the  way  they  handled  the  mess,  and  the  329th 
as  a  whole  was  praised  by  all  the  navy  offi- 
cers as  the  cleanest,  snappiest  outfit  that  ever 
struck   the   big  boat. 

It  is  interesting  to  note  that  the  general 
scheme  of  messing — with  E  Deck  as  Ap- 
proach, D  as  Distribution  and  Exit,  etc. ;  and 
with  the  twelve  rows  of  "chow  vats"  feeding 
twenty-four  lines  at  once,  is  an  elaboration 
of  a  bygone,  rough  system  of  feeding  landing 
forces  of  sailors  at  Guantanamo  (Cuba)  where 
it  was  the  custom  to  land  the  various  ship  bat- 
talions for  small  arms  practice.  The  original 
equipment  was  a  very  limited   one,   namely  a 


—  47  — 


mess  table  at  the  foot  of  each  company  street 
and  four  syrup  barrels  filled  with  water  to 
wash  the  mess  gear.  From  this  crude  idea  was 
built  up  the  system  on  the  Leviathan  which 
holds  the  world's  record  for  feeding  the  larg- 
est number  of  men  in  shortest  period  of  time. 
(We  might  add  that  if  they  keep  up  they'll 
have  another  world's  record  for  good  "eats," 
too.) 

Some  idea  of  the  cost  of  meals  on  board 
may  be  gained  from  the  figures  on  our  trip: 
March  30th  it  cost  $9,800  to  feed  all  hands; 
March  29th,  $6,500,  down  to  $5,300  on 
March  26th.  The  ovens  turn  out  4,000  two- 
pound  loaves  a  day  and  3,500  pies  in  a  bak- 
ing. Meals  are  prepared  six  hours  ahead  of 
time  and  reheated  in  the  serving  station  steam 
vats.  Around  2, 1  00  gallons  of  coffee  are  used 
each  meal. 

There  were  originally  seven  separate  and 
distinct  complete  galleys  (kitchens)  on  the 
ship,  counting  two  Jewish  kitchens  designed  for 
Kosher  cooking,  for  immigrants.  These  were 
all  ripped  out  and  consolidated  into  one  im- 
mense galley — where  there  are  47  steam  ket- 
tles for  cooking,  3  vegetable  cookers  holding 
three  barrels  of  spuds  each  at  a  time,  three 
electric  potato  peelers,  power  masher,  etc. 
There  were  four  different  dining  rooms  origi- 
nally, not  including  the  one  used  as  our  offi- 
cers mess  which  was  operated  as  the  Ritz-Carl- 
ton  Restaurant.  The  place  where  our  troops 
messed  was  the  first  class  dining  room. 

The  ship  was  the  latest  and  last  word  in 
luxurious  travel  across  the  sea.  There  was  a 
large  ball  room  where  we  found  the  sick-bay, 
a  fully  equipped  library,  two  fully  equipped 
gymnasiums,  a  swimming  pool  with  Turkish 
bath  and  electric  ray  machines,  two  smoking 
rooms,  two  lounging  rooms,  a  beautifully  fur- 
nished room  for  bridge  players,  and  suite, 
known  as  the  kaiser's  suite,  that  cost  some- 
thing like  10,000  bucks  to  bunk  in.  A  copy 
of  the  ship's  manifest  showed  over  $80,000 
worth  of  wines  in  the  ship — some  haul  for  the 
customs  officials!  The  stripping  of  the  ship  was 
estimated  at  close  on  to  $1,000,000  in  furni- 
ture, linens,  silverware,  etc.  But  it  took  more 
money  than  that  to  fix  her  up  as  a  transport. 
In    all    the    troop    spaces,    for    instance    (espe- 


cially on  E  Deck)  were  beautifully  fitted  out 
rooms  with  expensive  furniture  and  finishings. 
The  decks  run  from  A  to  M. 

She  had  more  than  enough  lifeboats  and 
rafts  to  handle  all  the  men  on  board.  On  her 
first  trip  as  a  U.  S.  transport  Wall  Street  bet 
1  00  to  1  against  her  safe  return.  She  was  at- 
tacked twice  by  submarines — once  on  Decora- 
tion Day  going  into  Brest  and  two  days  later 
coming  out.  When  the  British  transport  Jus- 
TICIAN  was  sunk  in  a  running  twenty-four-hour 
fight  with  six  subs,  the  Germans  thought  they 
had  the  Leviathan  and  put  on  a  premature 
celebration  in  Hunland.  The  Justician  was  an- 
other three-stacker  and  had  similar  camou- 
flage. 

The  Leviathan's  camouflage  was  the  best 
ever  camoufed,  they  claim.  It  was  designed 
to  give  the  enemy  a  wrong  impression  as  to 
her  course.  Had  she  been  torpedoed  her 
"double  skin" — she  is  the  only  ship  with  two 
hides — would  have  held  her  up  for  some  time. 
Her  wireless  is  the  finest  and  strongest  afloat — 
she  can  buzz  some  2,200  miles.  She  has  an 
iceberg  alarm,  regulated  by  water  temperature, 
and  a  submarine  detector  operated  electric- 
ally. Another  electric  alarm  flashes  if  by  any 
case  the  wrong  engine  maneuver  is  made. 

She  has  six  ice  machines,  and  her  refrigera- 
tion is  done  by  the  circulating  brine,  sealed 
tube  system.  Six  evaporators  on  board  are  ca- 
pable of  distilling  250  tons  (67,250  gallons) 
of  water  per  day.  Her  string  of  dynamos  look 
a  block  long  and  are  capable  of  turning  out 
enough  juice  in  a  day  to  last  the  city  of  Ho- 
boken  a  week.  She  has  76,000  square  feet  of 
floor  space  on  D  Deck  alone.  Her  bridge  is 
8  7  feet  above  the  water.  She  carries  eight  six- 
inch  guns. 

Altogether  she's  some  craft,  nest  pas? 

And,  oh  yes,  up  until  the  armistice  was 
signed  she  had  carried  100,000  Yanks  over. 
Twenty  Leviathans  could  handle  the  whole 
A.  E.  F.  tout  suite.  We  were  on  her  thirteenth 
westbound  voyage,  but  no  ill-luck  crept 
aboard.  We  left  Brest  about  sundown 
Wednesday,  March  26th,  and  breezed  in  abso- 
lutely on  schedule  at  1  1  a.  m.  the  next  Tues- 
day. Think  of  a  floating  city  such  as  this  is, 
running  ON  THE  DOT  over  the  restless  Atlantic! 


Our  CKampiori  Rumorist 


Speaking  of  rumors — what  starts  them,  any- 
way? Where  do  they  all  come  from?  Some- 
body with  a  lively  imagination  must  be  behind 
the  Moves  We  Never  Take.  Else  where  does 
the  truck  driver  who  has  a  brother  who  has 
a  pal  who  drives  a  side-car  for  an  H.  Q.  man 
who  "is  in  a  position  to  know"  get  all  his  in- 
formation? If  the  Men  Higher  Up  don't  talk 
— and  we  never  caught  them  at  it  red-handed 
— somebody  else  must.  Rumor,  like  any 
other  on-rushing  current,  must  have  a  source. 
Where  is  it?      Who  is  it?      We  don't  know. 


BUI  Hnlme,  H.  Q.  Co. 


But  we  have  a  man  in  the 
329th  we  will  back  against 
the  A.  E.  F.  as  a  rumorist 
of   parts. 

He's  no  Baron  Munchau- 
sen. He  would  probably 
think  Ananias  was  the  name 
of  some  embarkation  camp. 
He  just  likes  to  see  "how 
FAR  dat  RUMAH  will  go,"  and 
he  could  make  a  Jew  whose 
store     was     burning     down 


—  48- 


without  insurance,  believe  that  the  blaze  was 
only  a  mirage  or  vice  versa.  It's  a  gift,  same 
as  his  ability  to  take  wireless  faster  than  the 
man  who  invented  it. 

You've  g^uessed  who  he  is  by  now,  so  we'll 
drag  him  out  of  the  mess  line  for  a  formal  in- 
troduction. Reader,  meet  Bill  Hulme — Old 
Bill — with  the  eloquent  finger  tips  and  the 
aforementioned  ability. 

Bill  got  his  start  back  in  the  old  days  with 
the  Free  Press,  where  he  used  to  absorb  the 
Great  Unlimited  that  floods  in  over  an  A.   P. 


trunk  line.  He  got  impetus  to  his  career  when 
Headquarters  Company  grabbed  him  as  the 
best  operator  that  ever  tickled  a  ticker.  Doubt- 
less he  got  inspiration  from  the  tell-tale  air 
after  that.  Anyhow  he  never  let  things  get  to 
a  stage  of  utter  ennui  with  us. 

Came  a  lull  in  things  to  talk  about.  Bill  sent 
out  a  few  thought  waves.  Did  our  waiting 
hours  drag,  Bill  buzzed  them  alive  with  some- 
thing worth  talking  over — if  spun  of  the  stuff 
that  dreams  are  made  of.  Good  Old  Bill — 
the  army  would  have  been  a  duller  grind  with- 
out him! 


If  Rumors  Were  True,  THe  Following 

Is  Real  Dope 


We  are  going  to  Germany  and  Russia,  where 
we  will  board  the  Mauretania  and  Leviathan 
at  Brest  and  Bordeaux,  St.  Nazaire  and  Liver- 
pool. We  will  draw  150  horses,  no  horses, 
motor  trucks,  1,000  horses,  50  horses,  bicycles 
and  finally  1  0 1  horses,  with  which  we  will  turn 
in  our  pieces  at  Belleville,  Nancy,  Toul  and  go 
into  Germany.  We  will  also  take  our  75's 
back  to  the  States.    The 

same  ^th  the  pistols,  ^^^^-^-—mm^^m^m^^ 
We  will  turn  them  in 
here  (Pont-a-Mous- 
son),  take  them  back 
to  the  States  and  turn 
them  in  when  we  are 
mustered  out  and  be 
allowed  to  keep  them 
when  we  get  out  of  the 
army. 

Preparatory  to  the 
grand  parade  in  New 
York,  Washington,  D. 
C,  and  Detroit,  on  the 
same  day  and  the  same 
hour — said  hour  and 
day  will  be  nine,  eleven 
and  two  o'clock  on 
Christmas  Day,  Janu- 
ary 15 th,  February 
22nd,  Decoration  Day 
and  the  Fourth  of  July. 

We  are  to  rig  out  in      ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ 
the    following    raiment 

and  insignia — all  of  it:  whipcord  uniforms, 
the  suits  we  are  now  wearing,  serge  uniforms, 
mackinaws,  short  pinch-backs,  long  pinch- 
backs,  no  overcoats,  .leather  jerkins,  overseas 
caps,  campaign  hats  and  helmets,  silk  sox, 
woolen  sox  and  cotton  sox,  spiral  putties,  cuff 
leggings,  lace  leggings  and  leather  putties,  also 
one  pair  each  of  russet  zind  trench  shoes  and 
rubber  boots. 

Upon  the  right  and  left  shoulder  there  will 
be  a  red  and  white  "2"  and  the  numeral  "2" 
that  should  be  on  our  left  shoulder  will  be  re- 
moved.     The  red  CD  will  be  sewed   on  the 


There  is  nothing  like  a  rumor  just 

to  set  the  sans  afire: 
They    receive    it, 
And  believe  it. 
Does  it  matter  who's  the  liar? 

No,  it  doesn't.     For  as  often  as  we 

hear   of   something   new. 
Though  it's  doubted, 
It  is  shouted 
By  our  gossip-loving  crew. 


and. 


collar,  left  sleeve,  over  the  heart  and  'round 
behind,  above  and  below  the  belt.  It  will 
be  the  one  color,  red,  simply  designed  and 
bordered  with  blue,  white  and  green. 

We  will  demobilize  at  Camp  Mills  and  Camp 
Custer,  and,  upon  demobilization,  will  be  given 
six  months'  pay,  three  months'  pay,  one 
month's  pay  and  receive  $1  00  from  the  people 

of  Wayne  County. 
— ^^— i^-^^— ^-^'—  While      these     para- 

doxical events  trans- 
pire we  will  remain  in 
France  until  all  the 
others  of  the  A.  E.  F. 
are  gone  and  then  go 
home  with  the  first 
300,000.  After  that  it 
will  become  known 
that  Germany  is  not 
yet  licked  and  we  w^ill 
stay  here  to  finish  the 
job. 

As  regards  to  our 
movements  before  sail- 
ing, which  will  be  next 
week  and  next  year, 
we  will  mobilize  at 
Pont  -  a  -  Mousson,  Ri- 
maucourt  and  Toul; 
scatter  to  all  parts  of 
France  and  start  to- 
^^^_^_^_^^^_^      morrow    for    the    base 

ports  and  Luxembourg, 
where  we  will  be  a  salvage  outfit,  be  made 
into  a  doughboy  unit,  do  M.P.  duty  and  par- 
ade in  Paris. 

Everything  possible  is  being  done  to  get  us 
into  the  Army  of  Occupation  and  sail  for  home 
at  once.  All  the  officers  are  signing  "Yes"  to 
the  questionnaire  regarding  their  ■willingness  to 
remain  in  the  military  service  and  scrambling 
over  each  other  to  get  out  of  the  army. 

But  ours  is  the  most  splendid  regiment  in 
the  army,  and  its  personnel  is  the  finest  set 
of  Americans  in  the  world.  This  last  is  no 
rumor! — Frank  Kunert  of  "A"  Battery,  with 
apologies  to  "The  Highwayman." 


Conversation     is     a     morsel, 

with    greedy    appetite, 
How  we   chew  it. 
As  we  brew  it. 
Be  it  daytime,  be  it  night. 


Back  in  the  States   it  started  and 

continues  o'er  the  foam, 
And  we'll   swally 
It,   by  golly. 
When  we  join  the  Soldiers'  Home! 

A-h-h-h men-n ! 

— Stars  and  Stripes. 


—  49  — 


ARTILLERY 


BAR > 

BACK       DOOR 


,        TO   THE      REAR 
.^^y'^^  MARCH" 


AND      HOW     PAR   OUT      DIDVOU 
SAV      THAT    Sou     LIVFD? 


'A 


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"improvement    fire" 


"full  PACUiV  I 


FULL  PACK 


—  50- 


Dictionary 

Terms  Even  NoaH  Doesn't  Know 


Barrage Technically   a    sort  o'    curtain   of   shells — 

but  in  this  case  something  you  never  lay  down  with- 
out   careful    study. 

F.  A. Field  Artillery  when  we  are Fatigue  Asso- 
ciation %vhen  we've  got  Custer  all  policed  up  and  are 
looking  for  new  worlds  to  conquer — with  shovel, 
broom   or  currycomb. 

Police  Duty — Something  far  removed  from  the  or- 
dinary bluecoat's  duties.  Men  used  to  it  might  come 
nearer  to  landing  a  job  on  a  metropolitan  "Clean- 
Up  Squad."  For,  while  on  it,  you're  liable  to  have 
to  clean  up  anything.  Usually  associated  with  the 
old  gag,  "How's  business?  Picking  up>"  Policing 
up  around  camp  is  one  of  the  329tVs  neatest  accom- 
plishments. 

K.  P. — Kitchen  police  (usually  falls  on  the  same 
Sunday  your  pass  does).  As  a  K.  P.  you  police  up, 
clean  up  and  eat  up  what  the  other  boys  leave. 

S.  P. — Stable  police  (used  to  last  for  a  week  in 
Custer;  or  longer  than  most  city  men  will  ever  stay 
on  a  farm  again).  Admits  you  without  fee  to  mem- 
bership in  the  Humane  Society  and  increases  your 
love   of  the  genus  equus. 

Mess — Old  Army  term.  Itispired,  no  doubt,  by 
the   sight   of  some. 

Slum Cross    between     stew,     a     futurist     landscape 

painting  and  utter  culinary  disgust. 

Brig — The  Cooler  (you're  bound  to  cool  down 
there) — the  Old  Cooties'  Home — the  Guardhouse. 
Tuition  free,  ordinarily,  though  some  prefer  to  con- 
tribute to  The  Fund  For  Fatigued  Bankrolls  upon  en- 
tering. Note  to  Home  Folks:  Many  of  the  letters 
you  got  from  there  ^vere  wrritten  by  the  Guard,  not 
the  Guarded. 

Cootie The  Ford  among  troublesome  insects.  Fre- 
quently  goes  Over  The  Top of  your  head without 

Preparation,  as  we  say  in  Artillery.  Officially  recog- 
nized by  the  U.  S.  Government  to  the  extent  of  sev- 
eral Mobile  Bath  Units.  Application  is  quite  moving, 
at  that. 

O.    D. — The    color    of    the    blouses    and    pants    we 

read    about.       Also    the   Officer   of    the    Day the   man 

who  keeps  the  Sergeant  of  the  Guard  awake  all 
night    looking    for    an    inspection. 

Shavetail — Term  originally  applied  to  our  friend 
the  mule.  Latterly  used  to  denote  a  Second  Lieu- 
tenant. 

Dovetail Misapplied  term,  because  he  is  a  peculiar 

species  left  hanging  between  a  commission  and  an 
enlisted  man's  rank.  Some  call  them  Third  Lieu- 
tenants. Anyway,  they  ■went  to  officers'  school  and 
qualified   only  to  have  that  mean  Kaiser  quit. 

B.     C. Battery     Commander.       Sometimes     known 

privately  as  the  Old  Man,  but  generally  saluted  when 
you're  looking  for  a  favor. 

B.   C.   Detail Composed   of  men  who   are   too  wise 

to    work. 

Goldbrick May  be  used  as  an  adjective  or  a  noun. 

When  applied  to  a  job  it  means  one  void  of  any  ex- 
ertion except  signing  the  pay-roll.  Applied  to  indi- 
viduals it  is  a  little  more  harsh  and  means  a  cam- 
ouflaged   loafer.       Derivation    is    obvious. 

(So   Many)    Rounds  Sweeping Has    nothing   to   do 

with  the  common  and  garden  variety  of  broom.      You 


do  it  to  keep  your  shells  from  lighting  all  in  on* 
place,   according  to  the  papers. 

Dud — A  shell  that  fails  to  explode.  A  false  alarm- 
Also   the  name  of  the.  328  F.   A.  Year  Book. 

Up  (So  Much) — Down  (So  Much) — Not  misplaced 
barroom  language.      Has  to  do  with  the  . 

Corrector The  little  instrument  you  set  fuses  with 

so  they  won't  be  instrumental  in  a  . 

Premature    Burst — When    a    shell    explodes    before 

you    want    it    to going    or    coming.       Also    when    the 

eggs  you've  paid  steen  francs  a  dozen  for  crack 
open  in  the  water  you're  soft-boiling  them  in. 

Stripes — Rank  insignias  that  make  noncoms  cocky- 
Two  and  you're  in  a  class  with  Napoleon  ("Wasn't 
he  once  the  Little  Corporal?").  Three  and  you  can 
butt  into  the  mess  line  any  place.  Some  places.  The 
fatal  rags  that  turn  some  good  fellows  into  ugly 
bosses. 

Noncom — Short  for  the  goats  between  given  au- 
thority and  assumed.  Corp.  Davis  of  Battery  A  de- 
fines the  species  as  Non-concerned  Officers.  He's 
right  when   it   comes   to   manual   labor. 

Top  Kick — Top  because  he's  boss  (straw  variety) 
and  kick  because  we  frequently  long  to  kick  him  as 
First  Sergeant. 

Oui!  Oui! — Answer  to  all  remarks  directed  to  you 
in  French.  Warning!  Don't  use  it,  however,  wrhen 
confronted  with  the  statement  "Tout  American — mil- 
lionaires!" 

Fineesh — Answer  given  by  all  French  storekeep- 
ers in  response  to  a  request  for  anything — to  eat. 
Never   appropriate   at  a  banquet. 

"Bull" — Used  to  mean  idle  language.  Now  "Tlie 
Makin's"  as  doled  out  by  Uncle  Sam  in  the  name  of 
smoking  tobacco.  No  use  carrying  it  home  for  Uncle 
Bill's  pipe you   won't   even  get  a   draw. 

Chow^ — Eats,  regular  or  National  Army.  The 
edibles  (?),  prepared  or  merely  canned,  that  taught 
us    how    to    cultivate    messkit    dexterity. 

Sick  Call Many  call  but  few  get  the  desired  an- 
swer. When  we  know  we  ought  to  get  "Quarters" 
and  get  marked  "Duty,"  with  pills  every  three  hours. 

Plaster Not    what    falls    on    you    from    the    ceiling 

of  a  shelled  French  billet — ^but  the  fine  that  knocks 
your     (prospective)    bankroll    flat. 

Buck  Private The  tough  and  pack-hardened  foun- 
dation upon  which  our  army  is  built.  Common  but 
by  no  means  ordinary  soldier.  The  man  who  can 
never  be  convinced  that  a  Noncom's  lot  isn't  hap- 
pier  than   his. 

A.  W.  O.  L. — Translated  literally  means  Absent 
Without  Leave.  But  translated  into  court  martial 
terms   it    means   a    "plaster"    at   least. 

S.  O.  L. Two   chaplains  once  got  to  arguing  what 

this  meant  and  when  they  asked  a  Buck  Private  to 
decide  for  them  he  got  arrested  for  indecent  dis- 
closure. So  we'll  say  that  it  might  mean  Sweet  On 
Lizzie  or  something  indefinite  like  that. 

Reading — Used  to  mean  what  it  says.  Now  re- 
fers to  the  exciting  and  sometimes  not  futile  indoor 
sport  of  looking  over  your  undershirt  for  cooties. 
You  start  at  the  bottom  of  a  seam  and  read  up  and 
vice  versa,  etc.,  etc.,  punctuating  %vith  appropriate 
remarks. 


—  51  — 


Retrospection  and  Foresig'Ht 

Backward,  turn  backward,  O  Time  in  thy  spin, 
Give  me  serge  trousers  to  cover  my  shin. 
*  Cut  out  of  Fashion  the  spiral  puttee. 
Blot  from  my  memory  fatigue  and  K.  P. 
Give  me  again  my  spring  mattress  and  bed. 
Make  me  forget  all  the  beans  I've  been  fed. 
Give  me  a  surplus  of  pork  chops  and  cake, 
Ice  cream  and  pudding,  with  gravy  and  steak. 
Censor  forever  the  bacon,  and  "ban" 
Bully  beef  as  food  for  a  real  fighting  man. 
Bring  back  the  scenes  that  have  passed  in  a  swirl. 
Filled  with  fond  hopes  and  a  beautiful  girl. 
No  roll  call,  no  guard  mount,  my  spirit  ran  high. 
And  my  thoughts  seemed  to  flutter  like  a  flashy  necktie. 
Give  me,  O  Time,  my  old  office  once  more. 
With  my  "Top  Kick"  as  mopper,  to  mop  up  the  floor. 
Give  me  my  Captain  as  chief  office  boy, 
Then  the  rest  of  my  life  will  be  fluent  with  joy.  — M.  F.  W. 


•52  — 


Biog'raphies 

and 
Org'ariizatioii 

Histories 


The  329tl\  Field  Artillery 

Born  in  the  fragfrance  of  Freedom's  bloom, 

Led  by  Democracy's  growing  might, 
Yearning  to  give  its  youthful  strength 

To  vanquish  a  foe  who  scorned  the  right. 

Steady  it  grew  in  mass  and  skill. 

Learning  the  war  art  well  and  fine, 
Willing  to  sacrifice  life  and  limb. 

It  matched  its  strength  'gainst  the  German  line. 

Dauntless  and  daring,  it  forged  ahead. 

Scorning  the  dangers  of  gas  and  shell. 
Manning  the  pieces,  it  gave  the  foe 

A  rolling  barrage  for  a  German  Hell. 

Then  Victory's  form  rose  out  of  the  din. 

And  the  battle-scarred  banner  of  Justice,  long  furled. 

Unfolded  its  beauty  yet  damped  with  blood 

To  the  Peace-loving  eyes  of  a  war-worn  world. 

M.  F.  WETZEL,  Sgt.   1st  CI.  MD.,  U.  S.  Army. 


—  54  — 


Our  Commanding'  Officer 


Colonel  Tillman  O.   Campbell 


Colonel  Tillman  O.  Campbell,  commanding 
officer  of  the  Three  Hundred  and  Twenty- 
ninth  Field  Artillery,  began  his  military  career 
in  the  army  of  the  United  States  Volunteers  as 
a  first  sergeant  in  a  company  of  infantry  mobil- 
ized in  his  native  state  of  Arkansas. 

Previous  to  his  first  honorable  discharge  in 
February  of  1  899,  he  was  promoted  from  first 
sergeant  to  sergeant  major,  and  to  the  rank  of 
second  lieutenant,  U.  S.  V.  In  July  of  1 900 
Colonel  Campbell  re-enlisted  in  the  same  or- 
ganization as  a  first  lieutenant,  serving  until 
April  of  1901  as  battalion  adjutant  and  regi- 
mental commissary  officer  of  the  Thirty-third 
Infantry,  U.  S.  V. 

In  May  of  1901  he  enlisted  in  the  regular 
army  of  the  United  States  as  a  second  lieuten- 
ant in  the  artillery  corps,  and  was  assigned  to 
duty  in  the  Coast  Artillery  as  a  commissary 
officer.  After  seven  months  of  service  in  this 
capacity  he  was  transferred  to  the  Field  Ar- 
tillery, where  he  was  commissioned  a  first  lieu- 
tenant in  the  second  battery. 

Until  November  of  1905  Colonel  Campbell 
remained  with  the  Field  Artillerv.  He  was 
returned  to  service  in  the  Coast  Artillery,  re- 
ceiving a  commission  as  captain  in  January  of 
1907.  In  the  same  year,  and  as  a  captain  he 
was  returned,  this  time  with  permanent  as- 
signment to  the  Field  Artillery. 


Between  1907  and  1917  Colonel  Camp- 
bell served  with  the  Second,  Third  and  Sixth 
Artillery  in  the  commissary  and  quartermaster 
departments.  It  was  during  this  period  of 
service  that  he  was  advanced  to  the  rank  of 
major. 

When  the  Three  Hundred  and  Twenty-ninth 
Field  Artillery  was  organized  Colonel  Camp- 
bell was  chosen  to  command  the  regiment. 
He  was  commissioned  a  colonel  on  August 
5th,  1917,  and  assigned  to  and  joined  the 
regiment  on  September  1  2th,  1917,  remaining 
in  command  until  its  demobilization  at  Camp 
Custer  in  April,    1919. 

Of  the  twenty  years  of  service  seen  by 
Colonel  Campbell  five  were  spent  on  foreign 
soil.  In  September  of  1 899  he  was  ordered 
with  his  company  to  the  Philippines,  where  he 
remained  on  active  duty  until  his  recall  a  year 
later.  Again,  ten  years  later,  he  was  ordered 
to  the  scene  of  action  in  the  Philippines  and 
remained  until  September  of   1914. 

From  the  time  the  329th  sailed  to  France, 
Colonel  Campbell  remained  always  with  his 
regiment.  Through  the  training  period  in 
French  camps  and  to  the  front  he  was  always 
with  the  men.  Be  it  said  in  behalf  of  the  lead- 
ership that  we  had,  from  comment  by  those 
competent  to  judge,  our  regiment  when 
weighed  in  the  balance  was  never  found  want- 
ing. 


—  55  — 


Major  I^otHrop 


Some  are  born  officers, 
some  achieve  commissions 
and  some  have  commis- 
sions thrust  upon  them. 
That  was  true  in  this 
man's  army,  anyway,  and 
Major  George  V.  N. 
Lothrop  was  an  officer  of 
the  first  variety — he  was 
(and  is)  a  "born  leader" 
of  men.  To  say  that  the 
regiment  would  have  fol- 
lowed him  to  hell  in  the 
toughest  STRAFING  that 
Heine  ever  laid  down  is 
not  a  high-sounding  state- 
ment but   a   fact. 

We  loved  this  quiet, 
clean-cut  master  of  artil- 
lery. Although  he  never 
fig:ured  on  it,  he  had  the 
range  and  deflection  for 
a  direct  hit  on  our  affec- 
tions. We  pulled  the  lan- 
yard on  him  ourselves. 

Back  in  the  pioneer 
days,  when  the  Major  (he 
was  Captain  Lothrop 
then)  first  took  the  report 
of  Lieutenant  Carnahan 
as  Acting  Top  Kick  and 
bade  us  snap  to  attention, 
w^e  opined,  "That  man's 
a  SOLDIER !  You  can  see 
it  and  sort  o'  feel  it."  As 
time  wore  on,  this  first  im- 
pression never  faded  but 
strengthened  into  the 
aforementioned  affection, 
universally.  Here  was  our 
idea  of  a  soldier,  a  gentle- 
man and   a  scholar. 

It  was  Major  Lothrop 
who  gave  us  a  talk  when 
we  were  altogether  in  old 
Barracks  399  and  said: 

"Our  country,  for  a 
number  of  years,  has  been 
getting  more  and  more  a 


Major  Geo.  V.  N.  Lothrop 

Captain  Moore  tells  one  on  Major  Lothrop 
that  U  considered  altogether  too  good  to  keep. 
It  seems  that  the  major  ■went  rowing  one  day 
— just  by  way  of  tribute  to  his  old  rowing  ex- 
perience with  the  Princeton  crew  and  the  De- 
troit Boat  Club,  and  incidentally  to  take  a  young 

lady     fishing and     eventually     dropped    anchor 

somewhere  in  the  neighborhood  of  Custer.  He 
was  surprised  and  deeply  chagrined,  upon 
starting  back,  that  he  could  make  no  progress 
whatsoever.  Bringing  all  his  skill  and  muscle 
into  play,  he  rowed  and  rowed  and  rowed,  but 
progressed  not  a  metre.  About  the  time  he 
^vas  becoming  convinced  that  he  was  losing  his 
punch  as  an  oarsman,  he  happened  to  think  of 
the  anchor.      It  was  still  overboard. 


hodge-podge  of  nationali- 
ties. This  army  is  going  to  change  all  that; 
to  show  you  that  you  are  all  Americans. 
Why,  I  know  two  men  right  up  the  line  from 
here,  one  worth  two  millions,  the  other  stony 
broke.  The  one  who  hasn't  any  money  is  go- 
ing to  learn  that  the  rich  one  isn't  any  piker, 
and  vice  versa.  You  are  going  to  be  better 
men  when  you  go  back  home.  This  v^ar  is 
going  to  bind  you  together.  This  nation  is 
going  to  be  unified  after  the  war  into  the 
greatest,  best  nation  the  world  has  ever  seen." 
It  was  this  same  Major  who  told  the  papers 
when  we  got  back  that  there  "never  was  any- 


thing like  the  way  our 
boys  put  their  shoulders 
to  the  wheel  and  carried 
on  in  dust  or  mud,  and 
without  show  or  com- 
plaint." 

We  ask  you,  could  we 
help  being  strong  for  a 
man  like  that? 

He  gave  the  Other  Fel- 
low credit. 

That  was  his  style. 
Came  as  natural  to  him  as 
figuring  firing  data.  He 
had  a  good  word  for  every 
worthy  project  that  came 
up.  His  share  in  making 
this  book  possible  was  a 
noteworthy  one.  He  was 
a  booster  without  a  band. 

Speaking  biographical- 
ly,  George  V.  N.  Lothrop 
was  born  about  36  years 
ago  in  Detroit.  He  grad- 
uated from  Princeton, 
where  he  distinguished 
himself  scholastically  and 
on  the  crew.  He  went  to 
Fort  Sheridan  at  the  first 
call  for  officers  (leaving 
the  sort  of  business  they 
write  novels  about)  and 
qualified  for  a  captaincy 
right  off  the  bat. 

He  w^as  ranking  officer 
at  the  time  all  the  skele- 
ton organizations  were 
housed  under  one  roof 
and  later  commanding 
officer  of  Headquarters 
Company.  In  November, 
1917,  he  went  to  Fort  Sill 
and   came   back   a   major. 

He  was  a  student  of 
everything — the  time,  the 
job  and  the  men.  And 
he  took  to  artillery  like 
a  mud  hen  to  the  Missis- 
sippi.     If  there  was  any- 


body who  knew  more 
about  the  American  and  British  pieces — and 
the  way  to  tame  them — than  he  did,  you'd  find 
him  out  looking  for  that  individual.  Same 
thing  applied  to  the  French  75's  and  methods 
on  the  other  side.  He  was  a  genuine  learner, 
and  as  such  he  made  an  admirable  teacher. 

Absolutely  fearless  under  fire,  he  went  out 
to  help  some  linemen  fix  a  wire  one  night  when 
things  were  hotter  than  they'd  ever  been — and 
recommended  them  for  a  decoration,  later  on. 

He's  all  man — and  we  wouldn't  want  to 
forget  him  in  after  years,  even  if  we  could. 


—  56 


Our  Adjutant 


"O   Captain!       Our   Captain! 
The  goal,  at  last,  is  won! 
The   ship   has   weathered   ev'ry  rack. 
The  job  we   got  is  done " 

"Well,  Captain,  as  a  man  who  had  a  lion's 
share  in  bringing  the  Good  Ship  329  safe  into 
port,  what  have  you  got  to  say  for  yourself?" 

"Nothing." 

"You  could  have  answered  that  in  more 
words." 

"Right.      But  words  are  not  my  business." 

"Very  well;  we'll  leave  that  to  the  'Barrage' 
staff.  How  do  you  plead  to  the  charges  of 
being  the  best  known  and  most  popular  officer 
in  the  regiment?" 

"Not  guilty." 

"The  court  of  General  Opinion  will  decide 
that — a  court  made  up  of  de-chevroned  non- 
coms,  brig  regulars,  scared  sergeants  of  the 
guard,  possible  and  impossible  orderlies  and 
all  the  rest  who  like  you  in  spite  of  hell.  That's 
all — except  you  might  leave  an  account  of 
your  military  activities  before  you  light  the 
pipe  again." 

Name — Captain  O.  Brady — O.  for  Oscar. 

Born — Yes. 

Occupation — Soldier.  (Insert  by  the  ed- 
itor to  the  effect  that  they  don't  make  'em  any 
better,  any  snappier,  or  of  any  more  soldierly 
bearing.  At  guard-mount  it  makes  you 
straighten  your  shoulders  to  watch  him.) 

Previous  Condition  of  Servitude — (We'll 
shoot  it  just  as  we  got  it  and  then  try  to  Bos- 
well  it  a  little.)  3  years  9  days  60th  Co.  C.  A. 
C.  and  14th  Batt'ry  F.  A.  Dec.  28,  1899,  to 
Jan.  6,  1903.  Discharged  as  Stable  Sergeant. 
Character  excellent.  3  years,  1 8  th  Battery 
F.  A.— Jan.  28,  1903,  to  Jan.  2  7,  1906.  Dis- 
charged as  I  St  Sergeant.  Character  excellent. 
3  years  18th  Batt'rv  and  Batt'ry  "B,"  2nd 
F.  A.  Jan.  28,  1906,  to  Jan  27,  1909.  Dis- 
charged as  1  st  Sergeant.  Character  excellent. 
3  years  Batt'rv  "B,"  2nd  F.  A.  Jan.  28,  1909, 
to  Jan.  27,  1912.  Discharged  as  1st  Sergeant. 
Character  excellent.  3  years  B^tteries  "B  " 
and  "C."  2nd  F.  A.  Jan.  28.  1912,  to  Jan. 
27,  1915.  Discharged  as  1st  Sergeant.  Charac- 
ter excellent.  2  years,  3  months,  1  5  days  Bat- 
teries "C,"  2nd  F.  A.,  and  "B,"  4th  F.  A. 
Discharged  as  1  st  Sergeant,  July  13,  1  9  1  7,  to 
accept  commission  as  temporary  2nd  Lieuten- 
ant of  Field  Artillery.  Character  excellent.  Ap- 
pointed Captain  of  Field  Artillery,  August, 
1917.  On  1st  of  October,  made  Adjutant  of 
329th  F.  A. 

That's  all.  (Only  we  might  add  parenthet- 
ically, that  any  man  who  can  be  a  top  sergeant 
for  1  5  years  and  stay  a  human  being  is  "there" 
more  wavs  than  one.) 

He's  an  old  artillery  man,  all  right;  he's 
been  through  the  mill — several  of  them — in 
the  course  of  that  twenty  years'  continuous 
service.     He  served  in  Cuba,  ■with  the  Army  of 


Cuban  Pacification;  he  was  in  the  Philippines 
during  the  Insurrection  Period — part  of  the 
time  in  the  fire-eating  Moro  country,  where  he 
helped  Colonel  Scott  gain  immortality. 

Captain  Brady  was  in  the  engagement  of 
Laksawana  Usop  and  also  took  part  in  the 
Cotta    of    Pang-Pang;    another    get-' em-' fore- 


Captain  Oscar  Brady 

they-get-you  encounter  of  the  Insurrection. 
His  outfit  used  the  light  Vickers-Maxim  Moun- 
tain Gun.  A  man  named  Hassan  was  the 
Villa  among  the  Filipinos  and  he  caused  a  lot 
of  trouble  before  Uncle  Sam  disposed  of  him. 

Later,  under  General  Pershing,  he  went  into 
Mexico  after  Villa  himself. 

Now  for  a  word  about  the  man  as  we  size 
him  up.  We  have  always  had  profoundest 
admiration  for  the  man  who  could  handle  dig- 
nity as  though  it  didn't  bother  him,  and  lay  it 
aside  on  the  right  occasion.  Such  a  man  must 
either  be  a  genius  or  a  royal  good  fellow.  Cap- 
tain O.  Brady  is  "considable  of  both,"  as  our 
cullud  neighbor  would  put  it. 

Witness  the  time  the  cows  came  to  guard- 
mount — back  in  the  old  round  square  at  Pont- 
a-Mousson.  Dignity  fell  that  day  but  came  up 
standing  at  parade  rest.  Picture  the  solemn 
occasion.  The  Captain,  in  his  immemorial 
manner,  had  gone  through  the  ceremony  he 
always  loved  best  in  super-military  fashion. 
Things  were  going  smoothly.  No  false  moves 
had  marred  the  scene.  Everything  was  ready 
for  "Sound  OFF!"  as  only  the  Captain  can  give 
it.  He  gave  it.  And  straightway  with  the 
music  of  the  band  there  'rose  a  fearsome  med- 
ley! A  Frenchman  had  driven  his  herd  of 
cows  upon  the  scene  of  action.      Squarely  be- 


—  57  — 


mih^mJ-. 


tween  the  guard  and  the  adjutant  they  strag- 
gled, mooing  inelegantly  the  while.  Curiously 
they  nosed  the  O.  D.'s  Sam  Browne  as  he 
stood  at  fancy  parade  rest.  Lumberingly  they 
passed  in  review. 

Did  the  Captain  falter? 
Did  he  explode?      He  did 
not.       He    held    his    post 
with  a  look  as  though  to 
say,   "Brother  in  blue,  it's 
lucky     a     cere- 
mony   like    this 
has  no  meaning 
in     your     life. 
You'd      owe 
Uncle    Sam  — 
from  now  on." 

Even  when 
the  band  coun- 
termarched di- 
rectly into  some 
bovine  coun- 
tenances and 
halted,  he  stuck 
it  out.  And  when  the  cows  moved  on,  so  did 
guard-mount,  just  as  though  nothing  had  hap- 
pened. Quite  a  feat  to  carry  martial  dignity 
through  so  trying  a  test!     No?      Try  it. 

Of  the  humor  and  human-ness  of  this  man 
a  volume  could  be  written.  A  record  of  the 
"hot  ones"   he  pulled  in  court  would  convulse 


A^^ 


f_J_ 


a  continent.  (Sample  this  page.)  Here  let's 
recall  the  wit  of  him,  the  infinite  patience  and 
understanding  of  him  under  a  mask  of  military 
severity.  His  utter  impartiality;  his  wealth  of 
army  experience.  Up  through 
the  ranks  he  came  to  a  point 
where  the  making  or  breaking  of 
a  good  many  young  Americans 
was  in  his  hands.  He  never  fell 
down   for  Uncle  Sam  or   for  The 

Boys.      He 

could    "loos- 


n 


en    up' 

and 

read    a 

New 

Year's 

joke 

about 

him- 

STRICTLY  FORMAL!??    Pont-^-Mouis.m  Jan  1619 


self  with  as 
much  relish 
as  any;  he 
could  —  and 
would  — 
answer  any 
question  i  n 
the  spirit  it 
w^  a  s  asked. 
He  could 
even  sing  a  tuneless  solo  at  a  party  and  get 
away  with  it — could  Captain  O.  Brady.  Which 
moves  us  to  warble: 

"You'll   never  miss  the  Army, 

But  remember  when  you're  old: 

This  hard-boiled  SEEMING  soldier 

With   the   heart   inside   of  gold." 


(^e  SPICE  /  STKIFE      ^ 

or       ' 

Bon  Mots  a  h  Brad] 


NOT    GUILTY,     SIR- 
YOUR     HONOR 


NOT  A  DOUBT  OF  IT,  BUCK 
-YOUR  PAY   knows! 


Not  the  least  famous  of  our  329th  institu- 
tions was  the  Summary  Court  Martial  as  con- 
ducted, spiced  and  "financed"  by  Captain 
Oscar  Brady.  It  gained  its  fame,  not  so  much 
from  the  plasters*  there  applied,  the  stripes* 
there  removed,  or  the  unerring  justice  there 
administered — but  from  the  BON  MOTS,  as  the 
French  call  'em  pulled  by  our  solemn  adju- 
tant as  judge.  For  cracking  a  good  one  with- 
out cracking  a  smile  he  was — and  is — without 
a  peer.  Our  only  regret  is  that  a  stenographer 
could  not  have  policed  up  at  least  a  few  of  his 
court  quips  as  they  fell : 

There's  the  time  a  private  was  up  for  having 
been  A.  W.  O.  L.*  in  Nancy.  "Have  a  good 
time?"  queried  the  Captain.  "No-o,  sir,"  said 
the  Buck.  "Too  bad,"  said  the  Captain,  "you 
won't  have  another  chance  for  one."  With 
which   reflection   the  private   agreed   when   he 


looked  over  the  guardhouse  that  night. 

Another  A.  W.  O.  L.,  a  corporal,  came  up 
cautiously  to  meet  his  fate.  "What've  you  got 
to  say  for  yourself?"  boomed  the  Captain. 

"Well,  sir,  I'm  the  'oldest'  corporal  in  the 
regiment." 

Captain  Brady:  "No  you're  not,  you're  the 
newest  private." 

A  certain  Buck  w^as  up  for  insubordination, 
or  whatever  they  call  it  when  you  sass  a  non- 
com.  The  Captain  had  the  floor:  "The  maxi- 
mum penalty  for  disobedience  of  a  non-com- 
missioned officer  is  three  months'  imprison- 
ment and  two  months'  pay."  (Business  of 
private  registering  deep  sorrow.)  "I'll  just 
split  the  difference  with  you  and  fine  you  $10 
—  (Business  of  relief  replacing  sorrow.) — a 
month  for  three  months."      (Mostly  sorrow.) 

Charges  were  preferred  against  a  husky  buck 


—  58  — 


private  for  refusal  to  pick  up  a  horse's  feet. 
(Necessary  evil  in  France  to  keep  the  chevaux 
from  working  over  the  map. )  He  advised  the 
Captain  that  he  refused  because  he  was  afraid 
of  being  kicked  by  the  horse. 

"Did  he  ever  kick  you  before?" 

"No,  sir." 

"Ever  kick  anybody  else?" 

"Not  that  I  know  of,  sir." 

"Humph!  You  might  at  least  have  tried  to 
pick  'em  up."  The  Captain  leaned  back  and 
slowly  twirled  his  mustache,  first  on  one  side 
then  on  the  other.  Mr.  Buck  trembled  anx- 
iously. "Well,  now,  that'll  cost  you  $40 — $10 
a  foot — damn  good  thing  it  wasn't  a  centi- 
pede!" 

A  private  who  had  spent  some  time  in  the 
hospital  was  hailed  into  court  for  something 
or  other  at  his  battery.  TTie  Captain  welcomed 
him  with:  "You  must  like  to  be  IN  some- 
where.     You  didn't  like  it  at  the  hospital — ," 

"No.    sir." 

"And  you  don't  like  it  at  your  battery — ?" 

"No,  sir." 

Violent   twitches   on   the  judicial   mustache. 


"I  see.  Well,  we've  got  a  place  all  fixed  up 
for  you."  (Turning  to  the  guard.)  "Take  him 
to  the  guardhouse!     Maybe  he'll  like  it  there." 

One  man  was  up  for  having  imbibed  too 
much  "white  lightnin'  "  otherwise  known  as 
"Four,  Point  Seven,"  and  called  coney-yack 
by  parleyvooing  Yankees. 

"Guilty  or  not  guilty?"  broke  the  fearsome 
silence. 

Sir,  "  said  the  bibulous  one  soberly,  "I  was 
drunk." 

"You  could  have  answered  that  in  two 
words!"  And  the  mustache  twirled  for  the 
government. 

There's  a  difference  between  being  A.  W. 
O.  L.  in  the  States  and  over  in  France,  accord- 
ing to  the  Captain.  He  believes  in  Overseas 
Rates.  After  inquiring  of  a  certain  run-a-way 
whether  he  had  a  good  time,  etc.,  he  leaned 
back,  puffed  two  or  three  times  on  his  trusty 
briar  and  declared:  "Well,  that  would  cost 
you  $80  in  the  States — $10  Over  Here."  And 
the  private  went  wondering  how  many  francs 
it  takes  to  make  ten  dollars. 


*See  our  artillery  dictionary,  page  5  1 . 


Cadman  of  tHe  Croix  de  Guerre 


Ever  know  that  the  good  old  329th  came 
home  with  a  genuine  Croix  de  Guerre  man  in 
its  midst?  You  probably  didn't  if  you  waited 
for  LE  CAPITAINE  to  advise  you  of  it  himself. 
He's  so  doggone  modest  we  couldn't  even 
catch  him  wearing  his  decoration.  Somebody 
tipped  us  off,  however,  and  we  tracked  Cap- 
tain Cadman  to  his  lair  in  Camp  D'Auvours 
and  got  the  dope — all  he'd  give  us,  anyway. 
You'll  probably  recall  that  Captain  Paul  F. 
Cadman  joined  us  early  in  January,  1919,  as 
2nd  Battalion  Adjutant.  Nobody  knew  much 
about  him,  except  that  he  handled  French  like 
a  native  and  must  have  seen  considerable 
service — beaucoup,   as  it  turned  out.      For  he 

started  in 
way  back 
in  March, 
1917,  with 
the  French 
army.  He 
served  with 
them  for  8 
months  in 
the  T.  M.  U. 
1 33  (heavy 
artillery)  and 
saw  action 
during  that 
time  at 
Verdun  on 
through 
Soissons.  He 
held  the 
rank  of  ASPI- 

C»pt.  Pan!  P.  Cadman  RANT. 


On  November  1 ,  1917,  Uncle  Sam  claimed 
him  and  he  joined  the  2nd  Division,  U.  S.  A., 
immediately  as  a  2nd  Lieutenant.  He  was  up 
front  with  the  2nd  from  February  until  the 
last  of  October,  1  9  !  8 ;  from  the  Troyon  Sector 
to  Voisdevelleau  to  the  American  attack  south 
of  Soissons,  and  from  St.  Mihel  (he  was  in  the 
famous  St.  Mihel  drive)  on  to  the  Meuse-Ar- 
gonne  offensive.  He  was  made  a  First  Lieu- 
tenant in  February,  1918;  and  a  Captain  in 
July,  taking  added  responsibilities  as  opera- 
tions officer  on  the  staff.  Verily  he  had  been 
through  the  mill  when  Fritzie  decided  enough 
is  too  much. 

Here  is  a  translation  of  the  order  Marshall 
Petain  put  through  in  December,  awarding  the 
celebrated  Cross  of  War  to  Captain  Cadman: 


General    Headquarters   of 
The  French   Armies  of  the  East 
Staff 
Order  No.    12.569   "D"    (Extract) 

Upon  the  approval  of  the  General,  Commander-in- 
Chief  of  the  American  Expeditionary  Forces  in 
France,  the  Marshal  of  France,  Commander-in-Chief 
of  the  French  Armies  of  the  East,  cites  to  the  Order 
of  the   Army   Corps, 

Captain  Paul  F.  Cadman,  of  the  2nd  Artillery  Brigade: 
"During  the  attack  on  Blanc-Mount  and  during  the 
days  following  he  obtained  important  information  on 
the  situation  of  the  enemy,  and  evidenced  a  remark- 
able devotion.  He  served  as  an  example  to  all  those 
around   him." 

At   General    Headquarters,    26    December,    1918, 

The    Marshal    of    France, 

Commander-in-Chief  of  the  French  Armies  of  the  East 

PETAIN 


59  — 


M^a 


ur 


A  certain  writer  on  psycho-analysis  is  au- 
thority for  the  statement  that  "the  world  is  a 
richer,  better  and  happier  place  for  its  men 
of  girth."  Chaplain  Sorensen  isn't  a  Fat  'Un 
— he  only  weighs  220  ringside — but  the  rest 
of  the  quotation  belongs  to  him  as  much  as 
to  any  big,  good-natured  chap  that  ever  added 
his  quota  to  the  world's  aggregate  of  joy.  He 
has  worked  unceasingly  to  make  the  army  a 
better  and  a  happier  place  for  us  fellows  to 
be;  and,  like  all  workers  for  the  spiritual  and 
intellectual  side,  he  has  builded  better  than  he 
knew. 

We  can  remember  the  first  time  we  met  this 
big,  blond  Viking  from  out  Montana  way.  It 
was  on  Christmas  eve,  1  9  1  7 — our  first  in  the 
army.  Winter  was  abroad  in  the  land ;  but 
things  were  fairly  cozy  in  the  lower  room  of 
the  annex  as  we  gathered  around  the  furnace 
to  wait  for  "the  New  Chaplain."  We  looked 
for  a  bearded  patriarch  or  some  sort  of^ 
"preacher  guy,"  but  he  didn't  come.  Instead 
an  athletic,  wholesome  sort  of  chap  stamped 
in,  shaking  the  snow  from  his  mackinaw^. 
"Glad  to  know  you,  boys,"  and  our  "same 
to  you"  has  carried  all  the  way  to  hell  and 
back. 

Chaplain  Sorensen  was  once  an  advertising 
and  display  man  in  the  Windy  City.  But  he 
always  favored  the  direct  appeal  more  than 
the  indirect,  so  he  threw  away  his  ad.  books 
one  day  and  took  up  theological  work  instead 
— something  he  could  put  his  whole  soul  into. 
After  finishing  his  course  at  the  Theological 
Seminary  of  Grandview^  College,  Des  Moines, 
he  hiked  for  the  wilds  of  Montana  and  did 
school  missionary  work  out  there.  The  bas- 
ketball and  football  he  had  played  in  college 
days  made  broncho  busting  compatible  with 
msiking  the  rounds  gently. 

We  neglected  to  state  that  the  Chaplain  was 


Chaplain- 


born  in  Grayling,  Michigan,  a  Wolverine  town 
that  has  been  the  scene  of  many  military  activi- 
ties. Maybe  that's  where  he  got  his  hunch 
for  army  work.  Anyway,  he  applied  for  a 
commission  as  Chaplain  in  Omaha  in  the  fall 
of  1917  and,  after  examination,  was  ordered 
to  report  to  Custer  immediately.  We  have 
always  been  glad  that  he  had  jitney  fare 
enough  to  get  him  out  as  far  as  the  329th. 

His  w^ork  vsfith  this  regiment  has  been  an 
inspiration  to  us  all.  He  isn't  the  conventional 
"Holy  Joe."  He  doesn't  stand  on  ceremony. 
He  keeps  pegging  along,  rain  or  shine,  and  the 
things  he  finds  to  do — always  thinking  of 
somebody  else — are  a  caution.  He  has  al- 
ways held  Bible  classes,  no  matter  how^  dis- 
couraging the  circumstances  ;  in  Cbetquidan  he 
held  services  every  Sunday  in  the  "Y" ;  in 
Pont-a-Mousson  he  put  the  old  shell-shocked 
church  back  into  shape  and  held  services  there. 

On  the  boat  coming  over  he  dug  up  enter- 
tainment somehow.  Afterwards  he  sat  up  into 
the  wee  sma'  hours  of  many  nights  helping 
censor  the  6,000  letters  that  were  written  on 
shipboard.  At  Messac,  when  we  w^ere  liter- 
ally Robinson  Crusoed  for  smokes,  etc.,  he  got 
hold  of  a  motorcycle  side-car  from  the  Na- 
tional Lutheran  Commission  and  carried  can- 
teen supplies  to  all  the  batteries.  Want  a 
book  to  read?  Some  writing  paper?  Pen 
and  ink,  etc.?  See  Chaplain  Sorensen.  Want 
seven  dozen  packages  of  helmets  censored? 
See  the  Chaplain.  Want  to  write  a  tender 
love  note  to  your  best  girl,  and  don't  want 
the   "Lute"  to  read  it?      See  the  Chaplain. 

We'll  never  forget  his  recreation  room  at 
Pont-a-Mousson — it  was  "Open  House"  to 
everybody.  Wherever  he  vrent  he  got  set 
somehow  and  brightened  the  corner  vs^here  we 
were. 

The  Chaplain's  Own  Story 

Army  regulations  specify  that  the  duties  of 
the  Chaplain  shall  be  to  hold  religious  wor- 
ship, to  take  full  charge  of  all  educational 
work,  visit  hospitals  and  perform  such  other 
duties  as  his  office  will  require. 

Regulations  are  very  brief   in   stating   what 


—  60 


HIS  WOKK 


his  duties  are,  but  this  does  not  in  the  least 
indicate  that  there  is  but  little  to  do.  It  is,  of 
course,  very  natural  to  consider  the  service  of 
religious  teaching  as  one  of  the  foremost  duties 
of  a  chaplain,  and  unless  this  be  made  a  pri- 
mary duty  one  is  apt  to  conclude  that  there 
be  a  serious  lacking  in  his  service.  When  one 
accepts  the  responsibility  of  administering  to 
the  spiritual  needs  of  men  he  is  confronted 
with  one  of  the  greatest  tasks  with  which  one 
can  be  entrusted,  and  the  performance  of  this 
duty  requires  great  tact,  especially  in  the  army 
where  so  many  men  are  grouped  together — 
men  of  many  minds  and  different  ideas. 

In  the  early  days  at  Camp  Custer  1  was 
greatly  assisted  in  my  work  by  the  Y.  M.  C.  A. 
religious  secretary,  Mr.  J.  Gardner,  of  Hut  No. 
1269.  Mr.  Gardner  had  already  made  some 
efforts  in  establishing  Bible  classes  in  the  regi- 
ment and  two  small  groups  ■were  already  upon 
a  good  working  basis,  so  in  accordance  with 
this  plan  1  made  my  first  talk  in  the  recreation 
room  in  Battery  A  when  nearly  half  the  bat- 
tery attended.  I  continued  meeting  small 
groups  from  each  battery  either  in  their  rec- 
reation room  or  mess  hall  until  I  had  can- 
vassed the  entire  regiment,  and  was  very  favor- 
ably impressed  with  the  spirit  and  co-opera- 
tion accorded  me.  The  regiment  has  always 
given  splendid  co-operation  when  called  upon 
to  do  so. 

The  Y.  M.  C.  A.  Hut  No.  1269  served  as 
our  Temple  of  Worship.  It  also  served  as  a 
music  hall,  theatre,  writing  room,  club  and 
home.  It  was  very  natural  indeed  that  when 
a  soldier  sought  this  hut  for  so  many  of  his 
needs  that  when  the  Sabbath  came  he  would 
also  come  there  and  worship  together  with  his 
comrades.  It  became  our  custom  to  consider 
the  Sunday  morning  service  as  the  Chaplain's 
service,  and  attendance  was  voluntary.  Sun- 
day evening  was  set  aside  for  song  service. 
At  this  time  the  hut  was  usually  crowded  to 
the  utmost,  the  singing  was  ■wonderful  and  full 


of  inspiration.  A  soldier  audience  is  critical. 
The  soldier  soon  displays  his  like  or  dislike 
in  the  matter  of  a  speaker,  and  many  were 
the  times  when  a  speaker  attempting  to  be 
popular  found  his  audience  leaving  the  room. 
The  soldier  does  not  care  for  a  faker,  and  least 
of  all  for  one  who  attempts  to  disguise  his 
teaching  under  some  different  subject  about 
the  Master.  When  the  soldier  worships  he 
comes  for  help  and  inspiration,  and  only  when 
he  finds  this  presented  straight  from  the  shoul- 
der does  he  really  care  to  listen.  Always 
when  men  speak  of  God  men  will  listen  and 
think. 

After  the  ideal  conditions  of  Camp  Custer 
were  left  behind  on  July  1 8th,  we  met  with 
other  environments  which  were  not  nearly  so 
comfortable.  At  Camp  Mills  our  religious  ac- 
tivities ■were  all  held  in  one  of  the  big  tents 
supplied  by  the  Y.  M.  C.  A.  It  is  noteworthy 
that  at  this  camp  the  largest  attendance  ever 
had  at  a  communion  service  was  witnessed. 
Several  baptisms  were  performed  at  this  place. 
.  The  Chaplain  now  began  to  realize  that  the 
men  placed  more  confidence  in  him  and  also 
that  they  had  more  need  of  him  than  during 
the  days  at  Custer.  While  on  board  ship  our 
services  were  held  under  great  difficulty  owing 
to  space,  but  in  spite  of  this  and  wind  and 
rain,  men  gathered  to  hear  the  words  of  the 
Gospel  read  to  them  and  to  join  in  singing 
hymns  of  praise.  It  was  a  most  impressive 
scene  to  gaze  into  the  upturned  faces  as  they 
listened.  Amid  the  quaint  surroundings  of 
Messac,  France,  the  Sunday  morning  services 
were  held  in  a  field  surrounded  by  a  hedge, 
with  the  band  to  furnish  music,  a  bully  beef 
box  serving  as  a  pulpit.  Even  the  peasants 
gathered  around,  attracted,  of  course,  by  the 
music  and  songs.  This  was  our  first  service 
in  France.  At  Camp  Coetquidan  we  were 
given  better  conditions  for  our  ■worship,  the 
Y.  M.  C.  A.  having  a  very  large  auditorium, 
well   fitted   for  such  use.      The  Chaplain   was 


61  — 


given  many  opportunities  at  this  point  to  come 
into  very  close  personal  contact  with  the  men 
of  the  regiment,  for  there  were  many  needs 
to  be  met,  questions  to  be  answ^ered,  favors 
to  be  done.  After  leaving  Camp  Coetquidan, 
we  were  forced  to  adjust  ourselves  to  varying 
conditions  which  at  most  times  were  not  at  all 
ideal,  but  we  made  good  use  of  whatever  space 
was  accorded  us.  In  Rimaucourt  and  Humber- 
ville  a  hostelry  served  as  a  recreation  room  and 
chapel,  a  harness  room  as  office.  As  we  drew 
nearer  the  front  the  battalions  separated  and 
the  batteries  were  more  scattered.  A  Sunday 
service  wzis  held  in  Bouillionville  in  a  Red 
Cross  canteen.  The  following  Sunday,  Nov. 
1 0th,  the  ruined  church  which  formerly  had 
been  used  by  the  Germans  was  now  serving 
our  need.  It  is  worth  mentioning  that  at  this 
service  we  were  all  forced  to  stand,  the  Ger- 
mans having  removed  all  benches,  all  other 
furnishings  of  the  church,  and  in  various  ways 
used  them  in  decorating  the  graves  of  their 
dead,  who  were  buried  in  the  German  ceme- 
tery on  the  side  of  a  hill  near  the  edge  of  the 
village.  The  wooden  bench  ends  were  con- 
verted into  headboards,  the  remainder  of  the 
bench  being  used  for  a  similar  purpose ;  but 
as  the  end  of  the  benches  made  the  most  elab- 
orate headboard  they  were  used  especially  for 
those  who  had  been  honored  with  an  iron 
cross.  Evidently  the  Germans  had  no  inten- 
tion of  ever  leaving  this  area,  for  all  manner 
of  means  were  used  in  beautifying  their  billets 
and  making  them  comfortable.  The  Chap- 
lain's writing  room  and  postoflflce  in  the  rear 
room  of  the  regimental  hearquarters  was  for- 
merly used  by  the  Germans  for  the  same  pur- 
pose, as  the  sign,  "Soldatenheim,"  over  the 
door,    indicated. 

From  Bouillionville  our  regiment  moved  to 
Pont-a-Mousson,  where  another  ruined  church 
served  as  our  house  of  worship.      We  found 


the  church  in  a  bad  state  of  ruin,  but  cleaned 
away  the  debris  and  established  ourselves 
there.  Here  we  held  our  first  Sunday  morn- 
ing service  after  the  armistice  had  been  signed. 
From  then  on  the  regular  services  w^ere  con- 
tinued during  our  stay  at  Pont-a-Mousson.  The 
most  unique  service  held  here  was  that  on 
Christmas  eve.  At  a  time  when  all  nature 
seemed  most  lonesome  and  forlorn  came  the 
wonderful  Christmas  with  all  its  great  prep- 
aration for  the  celebration  of  good  cheer. 
Through  the  regiment  there  was  activity  every- 
where. Christmas  came,  bringing  with  it  the 
first  snowfall.  This  added  greatly  to  the 
Christmas  spirit.  Early  in  the  evening  after 
darkness  had  closed  in  on  the  ruined  village 
the  old  church  bells  rang  out  the  old,  old  mes- 
sage of  peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men. 
They  had  been  silent  for  four  years,  and  the 
message  they  now  rang  seemed  to  be  more 
significant  than  ever.  Soon  the  soldiers  began 
to  gather,  and  as  they  entered  the  ruined  edi- 
fice each  was  given  a  lighted  candle  by  which 
light  they  could  read  from  the  hymn  books. 
The  church  had  been  decorated  with  ever- 
greens. Trees  with  lighted  candles  on  either 
side  of  the  improvised  pulpit,  everything  add- 
ing to  the  Christmas  joy.  There  was  a  very 
jubilant  note  in  the  songs  of  the  evening,  and 
good  cheer  filled  every  man's  heart.  The  spirit 
of  Christmas  alw^ays  comes  with  a  pow^er  that 
reaches  all,  and  makes  all  ■want  to  be  more 
like  Him  who  came  to  the  world  that  night 
ages  long  ago. 

When  all  is  said  and  done  there  will  have 
been  many  a  soldier  who  has  come  through 
this  affair  stronger  in  the  faith  in  his  God.  He 
will  also  have  learned  to  be  of  help  to  the 
weaker  brother,  and  in  this  service  will  meet 
with  praise  from  Him  who  rules  us  all. 

•  CHAPLAIN  SORENSEN. 


Interior  of  Church  at  Font-a-Mousson 
—  62  — 


Keeping'  tKe  Letter  Job  Smiling 


Cpl.  Q.  W. 
Cromer 


It  is  tradition  that  public  humorists  are 
often  private  crabs.  Undertakers  often  make 
model  husbands.  Ordinarily,  by  the  same 
token,  the  man  who  passes  out  mail  to  palpi- 
tating thousands  does  it  with  a  grouch  and  a 
sigh.  A  yellow  letter,  torn  and 
dim,  a  letter  is  to  him — and 
nothing  more. 

Our  mail  or- 
derlies drew  a 
different  inspi- 
ration from 
their  letter  job, 
somehow; 
at  least  put  a 
different  spirit 
into  it.  They 
liked  to  dive  in 
and  haul  out 
mail    for    The 

Boy» — and     thereby     hangs     a 
tale. 

You  know,  this  letter-writ- 
ing and  receiving  proposition  is  one  of  the 
most  remarkable  servants  of  mankind.  It 
has  grown  to  be  more  than  that:  it  is  a 
power  and  an  all-pervading  influence.  Far 
off  in  Longhorn,  Texas,  a  gray-haired  little 
lady  works  paunfully  on  a  letter  to  her 
son  in  France.  He's  somewhere  Over  There 
— he  couldn't  say  just  where — but  this  will 
reach  him  and  tell  him  that  mother's  with 
him  of  course.  If  only  he'd  write  oftener 
himself!  But  the  letter  he  gets  brings  cheer 
and  comfort.  His  slow  reply  brings  solace  in 
spite  of  its  bleak  contents.  Up  in  Illinois  a 
tobacco  worker  puts  her  address  in  a  can  of 
Velvet  and  reads  heroic  modesty  into  the  blunt 
O.  D.  reply.  Down  in  Mobile  a  colored  lassie 
thrills  at  her  Sambo's  account  of  capturing  the 
kaiser.  Letters!  Letters!  If  the  home  folks 
knew  how^  much  theirs  have  meant  to  us!  If 
we  knew  how  welcome  "Soldiers'  Mail"  was 
to  them — well,  just  another  digression  before 
wre  get  back  to  the  boys  w^ho  handled  the  329th 
mail. 

A  wreck  of  a  town — 4,000  miles  from  any- 
where, as  far  as  we're  concerned.  Billets  in 
an  old  schoolhouse.  Night  has  fallen,  leaving 
the  place  a  black,  shadow-ridden  hull.  A  door 
opens  and  slams  in  the  silence.  "Mail!"  comes 
the  call  that  none  can  resist.  There  is  a  rush 
and  a  scramble.  Hobnails  hustle  along  hoary 
halls.  Voices  echo  "Mail!  Mail!"  A  light 
appears.  Someone  holds  the  lantern  while 
we  crowd  around  the  man  with  the  mail.  It 
is  a  never-to-be-forgotten  picture.  The  flick- 
ering light,  the  eager  faces.  There  is  a  hum 
of  anticipation,  a  thrill  of  expectancy.  Then 
silence — a  hush  for  the  first  name  to  be  called. 
"Here!"  booms  out  the  jubilant  answer.  The 
crowd    laughs,    and    the   greatest    of   all    army 


Cpl.  H.  J. 
7UU0& 


games  is  on.  Maybe  you'  win  that  night; 
maybe  you  lose,  but  there's  always  the  con- 
solation, "Somewhere  there's  beaucoup  mail 
for  me." 

And  now  for  the  tale  we  left  hanging.    Cor- 
porals   George    W.    Cromer 
and    H.    J.    Fillion    have    been 
our    mail    dis- 
pensers   since 
Custer  was  a 
corn  field.      By 
the    22nd     of 
September, 
1917,  they  were 
established     i  n 
regular     P.     O. 
fashion,   and 
since  then  have 
collected     and 
distributed  mail 
in  everything  from  a  depot  to 
a  damp  abri. 

They  set  up  in  the  rain  at 
Fliery  Woods.  A  boche  aviator  fired  on 
Cromer  while  he  was  bicycling  our  mail  be- 
tween Bouillionville  and  Pannes.  Fillion  is 
said  to  have  caught  a  German  "dud"  in  a  mail 
sack. 

In  the  course  of  our  travels  they  sorted  un- 
limited bundles;  figured  out  countless  impos- 
sible addresses;  stamped  an  average  of  3,500 
outgoing  letters  a  week  in  France;  redirected 
and  rehandled  much  transfer  mail;  grew  gray 
hairs  trying  to  find  the  right  A.  P.  O.  to  draw 
mail  from;  and  answered  ten  million  different 
questions — or  rather  the  same  one  ten  million 
times,  "Is  there  any  mail  for  me?" — with  nary 
a  kick  or  a  grumble. 

Of  course,  said  work  was  just  their  plain 
duty  as  we  look  at  it  in  the  army.  As  sol- 
diers, they  wouldn't  want  any  bouquets  for 
duty  done  and  we  don't  propose  to  hand  them 
any  on  that  score.  But  we  like  the  spirit  they 
brought  to  their  work.  They  took  cheer  for 
others  out  of  mail  bags  and  made  friends  with 
their  own  steady  cheerfulness. 

High,  low.  Jack  and  the  General  looked  all 
alike  to  them  when  it  came  to  courtesy.  You 
might  haunt  their  office  with  no  other  purpose 
than  to  wish  for  mail.  But  you  were  never 
met  with  a  grouch  or  a  slam.  You  might 
bother  them  to  distraction  inquiring  after  that 
letter  which  hadn't  had  time  to  come.  But 
if  they  felt  any  resentments  they  kept  them 
to  themselves. 

In  other  words,  they  kept  smiling  and  made 
us  all  feel  better  for  it.  Which,  in  our  opinion, 
is  a  real  achievement  on  any  job  in  the  army, 
let  alone  on  one  that  everybody  considers 
his  own  particular  business. 


—  63  — 


A-Servin'  of  His  Majesty,  King  Clean 


At  ease,  gentle 
reader,  while  we 
pass  a  well-known 
character  in  review. 
You  won't  have  to 
get  up  as  he  passes 
— as  the  only  bars 
he  has  control  of  are 
those  on  the  guard- 
house windows.  Just 
take  it  from  us,  he's 
a  regular  fellow,  is 
Gilbert     D.      Crook, 

senior  color  sergeant   of   the  regiment. 

Crook  is  above  all  things  a  diplomat.      He 

had  to  be  on  the  provost  sergeant's  work  that 

fell  his  w^ay.      It  was 

*Gil,  get  this, 

Gil,  get  that; 

And  Gilbert,  how's  the  wood? 

And  how  much  would 

A  pris'ner  cut 

If  pris'ners  would  cut  wood? 

(*Poetic  license,  using  the  name  he  answers  to  at 
Home  Reveilles.) 

Which  might  indicate  that  he  figured  in — 
and  on — the  wood  proposition  at  home  and 
abroad.  He  did.  And  that  wasn't  all.  He 
handled  the  manifold  duties  of  provost  ser- 
geant with  system  and  dispatch.  In  other 
words,  he  was  featured  in  all  the  clean-ups  our 
regiment  knew — from  the  old  days  of  making 
the  artillery  section  at  Custer  look  like  an  ad. 
for  Spotless  Town  to  the  more  recent  days  of 


general  police  duty  everywhere.  Figuratively 
speaking,  Gil  handled  everything  from  gar- 
bage to  hard-boiled  prisoners  and  came  out 
on  top — with  all  parties  satisfied.  We've  said 
he  was  a  diplomat. 

Which  may  also  explain  his  knack  for  han- 
dling men — prisoners,  to  be  more  specific — 
without  Bolshevism  or  loud  language.  Men 
who  w^ouldn't  work  for  anything  or  G.  H.  Q. 
went  along  w^ith  Crook  and  did  their  bit.  Lots 
of  regular  fellows  get  in  the  guardhouse, 
y'know,  and  he  got  results  by  treating  them 
all  "regular."  He  could  never  play  Simon 
Legree:  he  would  be  too  apt  to  hand  Uncle 
Tom  a  broom — and  a  smile — and  pass  on  to 
see  if  Topsy  had  the  kitchen  policed  up. 

It  may  have  struck  you  as  strange  that  we 
referred  to  Crook  as  senior  color  sergeant  of 
the  regiment  and  then  w^ent  on  to  recount  his 
police  activities.  Well,  it  did  us,  too,  until 
we  learned  that  a  color  sergeant  may  be  called 
on  for  provost  duty  any  time  he  is  not  busy 
tending  the  colors.  Incessant  moving  Over 
There  kept  our  colors  furled  until  the  last  lap 
of  our  journey,  almost;  hence  his  devotion  to 
duty  of  another  sort. 

Had  we  been  stationed  in  a  garrison  for 
any  length  of  time,  the  reverent  care  that  is 
given  our  national  standard  and  regimental 
standard  would  have  been  his  chief  concern. 
He  would  have  had  to  lower  the  flag  each  night 
at  retreat — never  letting  the  folds  touch  the 
ground.  He  would  have  carried  the  colors 
at  reviews,  as  he  did  several  times  at  Custer. 
He  would  have  commanded  the  guard  that 
escorts  the  Starry  Banner  on  prescribed  occa- 
sions.     He  would   have   belonged   to   his   title. 


THe  Ol'  Campaign  Hat 

"No  more  against  a  blazing  sky  where  hard-pressed  Fokkers  flee. 
No  more  where  charging  heroes  dies,  my  peaked  top  you'll  see. 
The  trade  mark  of  the  Johnnie's  gone,  but,  just  between  us  two, 
I'll  bet  you  I  come  back  again  when  this  damn  war  is  through." 

— Stars  and  Stripes. 


64- 


I^ATTERY  y\ 


A  day  of  great  event  in  Detroit  was  Wednes- 
day, September  5  th,  1917.  The  old  Armory, 
which  for  years  had  seen  nothing  but  circuit 
concerts,  political  speeches  and  the  like,  had 
come  back  to  its  own.  Here  were  assembled 
men  included  in  the  first  5  per  cent  of  De- 
troit's quota  of  "Selects,"  who  were  to  take 
part  in  the  world's  greatest  struggle  for  de- 
mocracy. 

There  were  no  eloquent  speeches  made  on 
this  morning.  The  men  were  reported  in  a 
very  businesslike  manner  by  officers  from  each 
local  board.  They  were  lined  up  one  behind 
the  other  like  soldiers  and  marched  over  to 
Al  Smith's  Lunch,  where  they  had  their  first 
feed  on  Uncle  Sam.  From  there  they  marched 
back  to  the  Armorv  and  south  to  Jefferson, 
down  Jefferson  to  Woodward  and  up  Wood- 
ward to  Elizabeth  Street.  There  they  boarded 
street  cars  marked  "Depot. 

When  they  arrived  at  the  Michigan  Central 
Station  it  was  raining.  They  filed  into  the 
coaches,  where  they  were  greeted  with  lunch 
boxes  furnished  by  the  National  League  for 
Women's  Service,  Missouri  Meerschaums 
(otherwise  known  as  corncobs),  and  matches 
distributed  by  certain  Detroit  tobacco  dis- 
tributors. 

As  the  train  approached  Battle  Creek  it 
picked  up  speed  and  finally  stopped  at  the 
foot  of  a  young  mountain  some  three  miles 
beyond  the  town  where  there  was  scarcely  a 
building  in  sight.  It  was  here  that  these  brave 
men  faced  their  first  great  task  as  soldiers.  It 
was  here,  at  this  great  battle  of  Custer  Hill, 
that  pen-pushers  and  blacksmiths,  clerks  and 
mechanics,  butchers  and  preachers  became 
comrades  in  service. 

Finally  the  hilltop  was  captured.  They 
stopped  to  rest  for  a  moment.  As  they  sat 
there  on  their  upturned  suit  cases,  wiping  the 
perspiration  from  their  noble  brows,  they 
could  see  in  the  distance  what  aopeared  to  be 
an  outpost  of  the  Chicago  stock  yards  with 
their  numerous  pens  built  for  sesiregation  pur- 
poses. They  resumed  the  march  in  the  direc- 
tion of  the  stock  yards.      As  they  drew  nearer 


they  could  see  a  sign  above  the  main  entrance, 
the  first  letter  was  "R" :  R-E-C — Receiving 
Station. 

They  were  ushered  into  these  little  square 
pens,  sixteen  men  to  the  pen,  where  they 
awaited  assignment  to  the  various  organiza- 
tions. Upon  receiving  their  little  "E"  and  "A' 
cards  from  an  officer  who  sat  at  a  desk  near 
an  aisle,  sixteen  of  the  men  passed  on  through 
the  receiving  station,  where  they  met  one  of 
their  new  "Bosses"  who,  as  we  know,  was 
none  other  than  Lieut.  Chester  A.  Gorham, 
Battery  A,    329th  Field  Artillery. 

These  sixteen  men,  the  nucleus  of  our  pres- 
ent organization,  were  conducted  to  building 
No.  399,  where  they  found  Ivan  W.  Bailey, 
who  soon  afterwards  was  made  acting  first  ser- 
geant, preparing  them  a  supper  of  bacon,  bread 
and  coffee.  After  supper  they  were  each  given 
an  empty  bedsack  and  marched  over  to  the 
railroad  tracks  to  get  straw  with  which  to  fill 
them.  It  never  rained  harder  in  the  annals 
of  history  than  it  did  as  they  started  back  to 
the  barracks  with  those  bedsacks. 

But  here  we  must  forego  the  description  of 
events  which  occurred  within  the  next  few 
days ;  days  of  carrying  water  and  w^ood  and 
putting  up  stoves;  days  when  all  the  men  were 
sick  in  quarters  as  the  result  of  their  first  shot 
in  the  arm,  and  Lieut.  Casey  called  them  all 
out  for  close  order  drill;  rainy  days  when  they 
sat  on  their  bunks  and  listened  to  lectures  by 
Maj.  Lothrup,  Capt.  Moore,  Lieut.  Mcintosh, 
Lieut.  Hayes  or  Lieut.  Gorham,  on  every  sub- 
ject from  the  Articles  of  War  to  War  Risk 
Insurance;  days  of  preparation  for  the  coming 
of  new  men,  and  the  day  that  these  sixteen 
brave  pioneers  carried  1  64  iron  beds  over  from 
the  officers'  quarters  and  set  them  up  in  order- 
ly rows  for  the  new  men,  only  to  discover 
that  they  had  taken  Porter  Brothers'  cots  by 
mistake  and  had  to  carry  them  all  back  and 
get  Q.  M.  C.  cots  instead;  and  then  the  day, 
September  1 8th,  when  they  moved  over  to 
Building  395. 

We  must  pass  by  the  account  of  all  those 
and  other  memorable  events,  for  our  attention 


65  — 


is  drawn  to  the  original  battery  roster,  which 
appeared  on  the  bulletin  board  just  outside 
the  orderly  room  door.  The  roster  contained 
the   following   names: 

Renner,    Leo   F.  Ashbaugh,  Charles  G. 

Miller,  Myron  Salley,  Thomas  R. 

Reazin,   Thomas  H.  McCarty,   William  A. 

Davis,    Harry  D.  Faulkner,  Fay  E. 

Wassell,   Charles  S.  Baldwell,    Burton  A. 

Burke,   William  H.  Brant,   John 

Melton,   Wm.   R.  Misner,  Fred 

Monroe,    Walter  J.  Muldowney,   Robert  T. 

The  possessors  of  the  first  six  names  weath- 
ered all  the  storms  through  which  the  battery 
passed  and  remained  the  center  about  which 
the  affairs  of  the  organization  pivoted.  One 
look  at  the  present  roster  will  help  to  show 
the  efficiency  with  which  these  first  six  men 
are  credited  and  the  esteem  with  which  they 
are  regarded.  First  Sergeant  Leo  F.  Renner 
has  held  his  present  rank  since  October  26th, 
1917,  and  is  known  throughout  the  regi- 
ment not  only  as  a  soldier,  but  as  one 
of  the  most  faithful  soldiers  to  the  service 
in  the  regiment.  Miller,  Reazin,  Wassell, 
Davis  and  Burke  have  been  big  factors 
in  the  "backbone"  of  the  battery  ever 
since  its  organization.  Of  the  remaining  nine 
men,  one  is  a  captain,  three  are  lieutenants, 
two  are  "third  lieutenants,"  having  graduated 
from  Saumur  training  school  after  reaching 
France,  and  the  whereabouts  and  status  of  the 
remaining  three  are  unknown  at  the  present 
writing. 

On  September  2 1  st,  1917,  eighty  recruits 
were  assigned  to  the  battery  and  the  organiza- 
tion began  to  assume  a  more  military  form. 
Their  initiation  into  army  life  was  highly  amus- 
ing to  the  original  sixteen,  and  they  came  in 
for  a  great  many  jibes  as  all  rookies  do. 

Shortly  after  this  second  draft  of  men 
reached  Custer  the  regimental  canteen  was  or- 
ganized under  command  of  Lieut.  Ward  W. 
Stratton.  The  smallest  man  in  camp,  Pvt. 
Paul  F.  ("Shorty")  Maine,  mascot  of  Battery 
A,  was  installed  behind  the  ice  cream  counter 
and  soon  became  the  most  popular  of  all  en- 
tertainers in  camp  due  to  his  exceptionally  big 
voice  for  such  a  little  lad.  Then,  too,  lots 
of  the  ice  cream  melted  and  Shorty  gained 
more  friends. 

Just  at  noontime  one  day  the  lieutenant  had 
an  important  message  to  deliver  to  the  colonel 
and  Shorty  was  appointed  messenger.  The 
lieutenant  informed  Shorty  that  he  would  find 
the  commanding  officer  in  the  officers'  mess 
hall,  and,  realizing  that  there  would  be  a  great 
many  officers  there,  asked  Shorty  if  he  was 
sure  he  knew  how  to  come  to  "attention"  upon 
going  into  the  presence  of  officers.  Shorty  did 
his  best  to  hide  his  indignation  and  simply  an- 
swered,   "Why,   certainly,  sir." 

Five  minutes  later  Shorty  entered  the  offi- 
cers' mess  hall  without  knocking  and,  with  the 
voice  of  a  general,  called  out   "Attention!" 


Army  regulations  say  that  when  a  superior 
officer  enters  a  mess  hall  or  a  place  where 
officers  or  enlisted  men  are  at  mess  the  first 
man  who  notices  him  will  command  "Atten- 
tion," whereupon  the  men  at  mess  will  simply 
stop  eating  and  sit  up  straight. 

As  all   the   officers  leaped  to  their   feet  and 


Major  JuniQs   S.  Moore 

stood  at  "Attention  "  various  thoughts  flashed 
through  their  minds.  Surely  President  Wilson 
or  General  Pershing  or  Major-General  Ken- 
nedy had  arrived;  so  they  all  stood  there  at 
"attention,"  dazed  and  wondering  what  was 
coming  next.  At  last  the  colonel  turned  his 
head  a  little,  then  a  little  farther,  and  saw  not 
President  Wilson,  General  Pershing,  nor  yet 
Major-General  Kennedy,  but  Private  Paul  F. 
Maine,    Battery  A,    329th   Field   Artillery. 

"Who  is  that  man?"  asked  the  colonel  after 
his  surprise  had  subsided. 

"Why,  er-er,  sir,  er — he's  one  of  my  pri- 
vates, sir,"  stammered  Captain  Moore,  and  the 
captain  proceeded  forthwith  to  reprimand 
Shorty,  but  was  interrupted  by  hearty  laugh- 
ter from  the  colonel,  followed  by  roars  from 
the  rpst  of  the  officers,  and  so  Shorty  escaped. 
After  the  laughter  had  died  away  the  com- 
manding officer  was  heard  to  remark,  "I  have 
been  in  the  service  for  more  than  twenty  years 
and  this  is  the  first  time  1  ever  heard  of  an 
enlisted  man  bringing  a  colonel  to  his  feet." 

On  November  I  st  the  battery  moved  out 
to  the  far  end  of  camp  to  Building  No.  I  294 
for  the  reason  that  there  were  stables  under 
construction  out  there  and  the  outfit  expected 
to  get  horses  soon. 

And  then  we  got  back  to  the  regular  routine 
of  work,  not  forgetting  the  coal  pile  and  the 
strict  inspections  with  the  labor  in  preparation 


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for  them.  This  usually  happened  on  Friday 
afternoons  and  evenings,  when  we  washed  the 
windows,  scrubbed  shelves,  walls,  floors,  oiled 
the  floors,  painted  the  radiators,  hung  up  our 
overcoats  and  slickers  with  the  buttons  out- 
ward and  displayed  our  equipment  in  the  pre- 


Flrat   Iiient.   Sobert   B.  Mcintosh 

scribed  manner  on  the  bunks  with  our  old  serv- 
ice hats  on  the  pillows  facing  the  foot.  After 
that  we  prepared  ourselves  for  personal  in- 
spection. We  were  usually  ready  before  8:30, 
which  was  the  time  set  by  the  "top  cutter"  for 
the  hour  of  inspection,  whereupon  he  informed 
us  that  he  had  set  the  time  earlier  than  ordered 
so  that  we  would  surely  be  ready.  At  9:30 
Capt.  Moore  or  Lieut.  Mcintosh  would  come 
in  with  the  news  that  they  had  set  the  time 
one  hour  ahead  for  the  same  reason.  The 
official  order  for  inspection  was  10:30,  but  the 
colonel  was  usually  an  hour  late  and  then  sent 
the  major.  So  we  stood  around  until  1  I  :30, 
half  afraid  to  bend  for  fear  of  putting  a  wrinkle 
in  our  blouses  and  not  daring  to  read  the 
morning  paper  lest  it  could  not  be  hidden  be- 
fore the  arrival  of  the  inspectors. 

Prior  to  December  1  4th  the  men  spent  their 
time  in  jumping  around  and  over  boxes  and 
sticks  at  certain  commands  given  chiefly  by 
Lieut.  Mead,  and  this  was  called  simulated  gun 
drill,  so  the  men  would  know  what  to  do  when 
the  real  guns  arrived.  The  efforts  of  the  or- 
ganization w^ere  further  devoted  to  infantry 
drill,  lectures  and  general  organizing,  guard 
duty  and  army  paper  w^ork,  necessitated  by 
the  assigning  and  transferring  of  men  into  and 
out  of  the  battery.  On  November  I  st  thirty- 
one  men  were  transferred  to  Camp  McArthur, 
Waco,  Texas,  and  on  November  20th  twenty- 
seven  new  men  were  assigned  to  the  battery. 
Who  will  forget  that  guard  duty  and  coal  pile 
and  stables  when  the  thermometer  read  22  be-, 
low  zero  !  There  were  fourteen  posts,  and  all 
one  had  to  do  was  to  see  that  the  Y.  M.  C.  A. 
building  or  the  stables  or  the  officers'  quar- 
ters didn't  blow  away  or  get  snowed  under 
and  in  the  meantime  walk  around  the  terrain 


with  a  stick  in  his  hand  to  show  that  he  vras 
protecting  the  regiment  as  it  slept. 

By  Christmas  the  dining  room  of  our  bar- 
racks had  been  painted  a  light  blue  color  and, 
with  the  special  Christmas  decorations,  was  a 
very  cheery  sight  to  look  upon,  especially  so 
after  calling  to  mind  some  of  the  places  we 
dined  after  landing  in  sunny  France. 

The  battery  was  very  fortunate  in  regard 
to  passes  for  the  Christmas  holidays  and  one-  | 
fourth  of  the  men  at  a  time  were  given  three  " 
days'  leave  until  every  one  desiring  such  a  pass 
got  one.  It  was  about  this  time  that  one  of 
Corp.  Davis'  most  famous  requests  for  a  pass 
was  submitted.      It  read  like  this: 

"I.  Corp.  Harry  D.  Davis  desires  a  pass 
from  noon  Saturday  to  reveille  Tuesday,  with 
permission    to   visit   Detroit. 

"2.  His  reason  for  wanting  this  pass  is  that 
he  wants  to  visit  an  old  friend  whom  he  has 
not  seen  for  six  years  and  besides  he  owes  me 
six  dollars. 

"3.     Applicant  is  not  married." 

If  pen-pushers  and  stenographers  or  men 
who  had  spent  their  civil  days  indoors  thought 
that  they  had  been  severely  abused  up  until 
December  1  4th  they  had  another  guess  coming, 
for  on  this  date  the  battery  received  eighty- 
two  horses  and  on  January  25th,  1918,  they 
got  seventy-nine  more.  Two  more  bugle  calls 
were  added  to  the  already  long  drill  schedule. 
They  were  "Stables"  and  "Water  Call."  Very 
few  of  America's  most  famous  thoroughbred 
blue    ribbon    race    horses    received    as    much 


Corp.  Manson  at  Custer  trying  to  drill  some 
squads: 

"Right  face,  left  face,  about  face,  as  you 
^vere.  (1  don't  give  a  damn  if  I  hold  the  job 
or  not.)      Halt!" 


grooming  and  attention  as  did  these  ferocious, 
man-eating  goat-getters. 

Pvt.  Amulla  M.  Mukerji  soon  learned  that 
some  horses  "are  not  polite."  The  men  re- 
ceived their  first  lesson  in  trench  digging  when 
a  drainage  trench  one-half  foot  wide  and  one 
and  one-half  feet  deep  was  "caused  to  be  dug" 
behind  each  row  of  heel  posts  in  the  stables. 
The  trenches  were  "caused  to  be  filled  in 
again"  the  next  day  after  the  inspector  had 
visited  the  stables.  The  first  day  of  equitation 
revealed  the  fact  that  there  were  some  horses 
that  preferred  to  exercise  without  a  rider. 
Stable  Sergeant  William  Rotes  gave  Corporal 
Melick  permission  to  ride  a  certain  little  gray. 
Corporal  Melick  mounted  his  steed  at  Stable 
No.  1  and  got  at  Stable  No.  2,  and  as  he  re- 
called the  incident  he  said,  "It  struck  me 
funny."  The  speed  with  which  these  head- 
shy,  panicky,  biting,  balking,  kicking  creatures 
were  converted  into  useful,  gentle  and  almost 
educated  artillery  horses  can  hardly  be  appre- 
ciated.     In    early   spring   all    the    horses   were 


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clipped,  and  Brig. -Gen.  Preston  was  heard  to 
remark  that,  even  in  his  old  regular  army  out- 
fit, he  had  never  seen  a  finer  lot  of  artillery 
horses.  There  were  two  or  three  horses  out 
of  the  entire  161  that  were  never  conquered, 
however.  The  worst  accident  occurred  when 
a  big  black  horse  that  was  tied  to  the  snubbing 
post  so  it  could  be  harnessed,  swung  and 
kicked  Sgt.  Curry  A.  Bennett  squarely  in  the 
face,   crushing  his  nose,  breaking  his  jaw  and 


We  sincerely  regret  that  the  picture  of  Firit 
Lieut.  Charles  A.   Hayes  was  lost  in  transit. 


almost  resulting  in  the  loss  of  one  eye.  Ben- 
nett managed  to  be  released  from  the  hospital 
just  in  time  to  accompany  the  battery  over- 
seas. 

Several  division  reviews  were  staged  at 
Custer.  The  first  one  occurred  on  October  9th 
before  the  horses  arrived  and  Battery  A  was 
seen  in  the  guise  of  a  doughboy  outfit.  It  was 
a  bitter  cold  day,  and  after  standing  for  two 
or  three  hours  the  329th  was  ready  to  pass  in 
review.  The  old  regimental  band  tried  to  get 
by  the  reviewing  officer  without  playing,  but 
the  latter  called  out,  "What's  the  matter  with 
that  band?"  The  answer  was,  "It's  frozen  up, 
sir."  "It  doesn't  make  a  bit  of  differ- 
ence, 1  want  music  and  1  want  it  quick!"  The 
tuba,  the  piccolo  and  the  drums  attempted  to 
play  "The  Campbells  Are  Coming,"  but  the 
tuba  froze  up  tight,  and  the  result  was  a  cross 
between  an  oriental  dance  at  a  country  fair 
and  the  "Spirit  of  '76." 

In  the  second  division  review  the  battery 
was  mounted.  Cheer  after  cheer  went  up  from 
the  onlookers  as  old  Battery  A  swung  from  a 
column  of  fours  into  a  perfect  battery  front. 
Then,  when  the  guidon  was  suddenly  dipped 
in  salute,  Sgt.  Renner's  little  black  horse  be- 
came frightened  and  the  fun  started.  In  its 
fright  the  horse  crowded  into  the  line  and 
broke  through  it.  There  ensued  a  brief 
struggle  between  rider  and  horse  in  the  rear 
of  the  line  which  proved  to  be  almost  a 
broncho-busting  bee,  but  man  soon  conquered 
beast  and  Sgt.  Renner  regained  his  position  in 
line  without  loss  of  honor. 

During  the  long  winter  months  following 
there  were  approximately  two  horses  for  each 
man  in  the  battery.  The  snow  was  too  deep 
for  much  dismounted  drill  and  the  most  of  the 
time  was  spent  in  the  care  and  training  of  the 
horses.  Sgt.  Sheedy,  Sgt.  Rotes,  Corps. 
Proper  and  Korte  and  Saddler  Knight  broke 
in  most  of  the  vicious  horses.  On  January 
1  1  th  there  was  a  fierce  snowstorm  and  cold 
spell.  The  hydrant  in  the  corral  froze  up  and 
the  men  were  forced  to  carry  water  for  those 
161  horses  from  Battery  D's  corral.  When- 
ever  the   weather   permitted,    the  battery   was 


taken  out  for  mounted  drill.  These  maneu- 
vers gave  Capt.  Moore  the  chance  to  pull  some 
of  his  most  famous  expressions,  such  as,  "Look 
at  that  other  outfit,  scattered  all  the  way  from 

hell   to   breakfast,"    and    " ,   what's 

wrong  with  the  army  now?"  and  "Hey,  that 
man  on  the  blue  horse  (Pvt.  Wills),  close  up!" 

On  January  1  4th  Capt.  Moore  left  the  bat- 
tery for  one  month's  study  at  the  School  of 
Fire  at  Fort  Sill,  and  Lieut.  Mcintosh  assumed 
command  during  his  absence.  On  March  29th 
First  Lieut.  Harold  W.  Mead  left  the  battery 
for  Fort  Sill  and  upon  his  return  a  month  later 
was  transferred  to  headquarters  company. 
Lieut.  William  R.  Carrico  joined  the  battery 
on  March  29th  and  has  been  with  the  organ- 
ization ever  since. 

It  was  during  the  month  of  February  that 
Pvt.  Ben  Stark  sustained  severe  injuries  on  the 
smoke  bomb  range  when  a  can  of  powder  ex- 
ploded in  his  face.  It  is  our  sad  duty  to  here 
record  the  death  of  Colin  C.  Frazer,  our  mess 
sergeant,  w^ho  died  at  the  base  hospital  on 
April  1  7th,  1918,  after  a  very  short  illness. 
Sgt.  Frazer  was  well  liked  by  everyone  and, 
needless  to  say,  his  loss  was  keenly  felt.  The 
hand  of  death  struck  again  and  Clyde  H. 
Muchler  died  at  the  base  hospital  on  May  9th. 
The  battery  marched  to  the  Grand  Trunk  Sta- 
tion in  Battle  Creek,  where  Bugler  Orbanski 
sounded    "Taps"    over   the   remains. 

On  May  5  th  Sgts.  Thomas  R.  Salley,  Charles 
C.  Ashbaugh,  William  A.  McCarty,  Gordon 
A.  Gale,  Fred  R.  Cooper,  Arthur  T.  O'Neal, 
Enoch  A.  Fro j  en  and  Lynn  W.  Fry,  having 
successfully  completed  the  course  at  the  O.  T. 
S.,  were  transferred  to  Camp  Jackson,  South 
Carolina.  Corporals  Harold  W.  Fish,  George 
A.  Belyea  and  Pvt.  George  W.  Jaap  were  the 


Ueut.  Wm.  B.  Carrico 

next  candidates  for  the  O.  T.  S.  and  left  the 
battery  on  May   14th. 

■  With  the  approach  of  spring  came  the  del- 
uge. The  snow  melted  and  the  old  corral  be- 
came one  grand  mudhole.  One  stable  was 
flooded  and  the  water  from  Battery  B's  corral 
flowed  into  the  corral  of  Battery  A,  and  so 
on  from  place  to  place  until  it  was  a  difficult 
matter  to  navigate.     Our  men  engineered  unt'l 


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they  were  able  to  divert  the  stream,  which, 
incidentally,  chose  a  course  directly  into  the 
corral  of  Battery  D. 

This  is  what  they  call  "passing  the  buck" 
in  the  army.  With  the  approach  of  fair 
weather,  green  grass  and  the  song  birds,  formal 
guard  mounts  became  the  vogue.  It  was  a 
curious  thing  to  see  the  effect  of  this  new 
spring  life  upon  the  men.  They  began  to  take 
a  lively  interest  in  their  appearance,  and  in 
guard  mounts  the  man  who  appeared  the  best 


Lieut.  Gorham  in  loud  command  when  battery 
was  marching  in  column  of  twos  at  Pont-a- 
Mousson:    "Squads  left,   march!" 


was  chosen  for  the  nosition  of  orderly  for  the 
regimental  commander  for  the  day,  thus  avoid- 
ing the  monotonous  duty  of  walking  post. 
Corporal  Fraleigh,  then  a  bashful  buck,  never 
went  on  guard  dutv  but  what  he  was  chosen  as 
orderly  and  he  holds  this  record  to  this  day. 
Whether  it  is  because  of  the  fact  that  the  bat- 
tery possessed  a  special  reserve  outfit  of  clothes 
and  garrison  shoes  with  which  to  dress  up  the 
orderly  candidate  or  whether  it  is  due  to 
"Eddie"  Brake's  pretty  blushes  has  not  yet 
been  decided  upon  as  the  reason  for  Battery 
A's  winning  all  honors  for  eleven  consecutive 
days  as  guard  mount. 

There  was  much  joy  and  general  optimism 
throughout  the  battery  on  June  28th,  for 
eighty-five  new  rookies  arrived.  There  was 
not  so  much  fatigue  duty,  kitchen  police,  stable 
police  and  common  labor  for  the  older  men, 
and  more  passes  were  approved  than  hereto- 
fore, thus  greatly  reducing  the  monotony  of 
camp  life.  But  gloom  fell  upon  us  once  more 
when  the  battery  was  placed  under  quarantine, 
first  it  was  for  measles,  then  for  spinal  menin- 
gitis, then  smallpox,  and  it  seemed  to  have  be- 
come quite  a  habit  for  those  medics  to  invent 
some  form  of  disease  for  the  sole  purpose  of 
preventing  any  possible  excuse  for  the  "S.  O. 
L."  battery  going  on  pass.  For  six  long, 
weary  weeks  the  monotony  of  segregated  exist- 
ence weighed  upon  our  young  lives,  although 
it  was  somewhat  reduced  by  road  marches  and 
maneuvers,  the  first  road  march  lasting  for  two 
days.  We  put  up  our  first  field  picket  line  and 
slept  in  pup  tents  for  the  first  time  during  a 
steady,  drizzling  rain.  The  heavy  British  75's 
were  used  at  that  time  and  the  six-horse  teams 
had  all  they  could  do  to  haul  the  guns 
through  the  heavy  sand  and  over  the  hilly 
country. 

Then  there  was  the  firing  on  the  range  and 
the  rivalry  between  the  batteries  helped  to 
make  things  interesting.  The  drill  schedule 
was  lengthened  as  to  time,  inspections  were 
held  on  Sunday  mornings  instead  of  Satur- 
days, and  every  effort  was  made  to  bring  the 
division    up    to    the    highest    standard    of    effi- 


ciency. Passes  were  granted  for  the  Fourth 
of  July  and  visitors  were  allowed  to  enter 
camp,  but  about  the  1 0th  of  July  the  entire 
camp  was  placed  under  strict  quarantine,  and 
it  was  generally  known  that  we  would  soon  be 
on  our  way  to  Berlin. 

Half  blinded  with  tears  of  regret  and  sigh- 
ing great  sighs  beause  of  our  terrible  loss,  -we 
half  led,  half  dragged  our  sad-eyed  horses  to 
the  camp  remount  station,  where  they  were 
turned  in  never  to  be  seen  again.  Then  to 
drow^n  our  sorrow  we  hurried  back  and  busied 
ourselves  packing  harness  into  the  substantial 
boxes  which  our  very  able  mechanics  had  built 
and  stenciled  with  the  famous  "CD"  and  A.  E. 
F.,  via  N.  Y. 

Those  were  the  days  of  the  good  old  blue 
barracks  bags  and  on  Tuesday  morning,  July 
1  6th,  we  packed  them  and  loaded  them  onto 
trucks.  Then  we  rolled  our  blanket  rolls  into 
our  haversacks  and  marched  down  to  the  other 
end  of  camp,  where  we  boarded  trains — real 
American  coaches,  with  plush  seats,  plenty  of 
light  and  room  and  everything.  The  train 
pulled  out  at  I  I  :58  a.  m.  and  Battery  A  was 
"on   the  way." 

After  spending  most  of  the  afternoon  of 
July  I  7th  on  a  Waukegan  ferry  boat,  we  were 
finally  landed  at  Long  Island  Station,  where 
we  boarded  trains  for  Mineola.  From  there 
we  marched  to  Camp  Mills,  a  distance  of 
three  and  one-half  miles,  arriving  there  at  8:00 
p.  m.  in  a  down-pouring  rain.  It  was  pitch 
dark  and  we  flopped  into  the  first  tents  we 
came  to,  provided  they  were  not  sunk  too 
deeply  into  the  mud.  The  next  day  the  sun 
came  out  hot,  and  during  the  remaining  thir- 
teen days  we  spent  in  camp  dust  became  a 
chief  annoyance  and  interfered  not  in  the  least 
with  the  training  schedule,  which  included  foot 
drill,  signalling,  setting  up  exercises,  lectures, 
etc.  After  a  series  of  daily  inspections,  passes 
to  New  York  and  neighboring  cities  were  given 
out  quite  liberally,  so  that  most  everyone  had 
the  opportunity  of  seeing  the  world's  great- 
est city. 

Spiral  puttees  and  overseas  caps  were 
issued,  all  barracks  bags  were  turned  in,  and 
no    small    degree    of   science    was    required    to 


A  Certain  Buck:    "If  anyone  hollers  'Police!' 
in  civil  life,   I'll  get  my  fingers  stepped  on." 


include  all  worldly  possessions  in  the  one 
specified  roll  to  be  carried  on  one's  back.  A 
long  column  of  fullv  equipped  soldiers 
emerged  from  a  huge  cloud  of  dust  at  about 
noon  July  30th  and  Camp  Mills  was  a  thing 
of  the  past.  At  6:16  the  same  day  Battery  A 
boarded  the  British  transport  "Maunganui," 
which  left  the  dock  at  I  I  :30  the  next  morn- 
ing. 


After  a  long  zig-zag  course  the  north  coast 


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of  Ireland  was  sighted  at  3:00  a.  m.  on  Au- 
gust 1 0th  and  on  Tuesday  morning,  August 
1  I  th,  we  disembarked  at  Liverpool,  England, 
and  marched  to  the  railroad  station,  entraining 
immediately  for  Southampton.  Upon  alight- 
ing from  the  tiny  toy  English  coaches  about 
I  1  :00  p.  m.,  we  marched  through  the  pitch 
dark  cobble-paved  streets  of  the  town  and  on 
out  to  the  rest  camp  some  three  miles  distant. 
What  a  grand  and  glorious  feeling  it  was  to 
wake  up  at  9:00  that  next  morning  on  those 


Ijient.  Chester  A.  Oorham 

luxurious  concrete  floors,  with  the  warm  sun- 
shine filtering  through,  and  know  that  we  could 
have  a  few  days  in  which  to  get  our  land  legs 
and  limber  up  our  aching  muscles,  get  a  bath 
and  do  a  washing.  But,  alas,  all  such  hopes 
were  promptly  shattered  and  at  3:00  p.  m.  we 
were  again  under  pack  and  "on  the  way"  down 
to  the  pier.  The  American  S.  S.  Harvard  left 
her  pier  at  9:00  o'clock  that  night,  August 
1 2th,  and  arrived  in  the  harbor  of  Le  Havre 
France,  about  8:30  the  next  morning.  But 
owing  to  the  tide  we  were  unable  to  make  a 
landing  until  2  :00  p.  m.  If  all  previous  hikes 
had  been  joy-killers,  Sherman  was  mild  in  his 
form  of  speech,  for  that  five-mile  stretch  up 
that  steep  hill  to  our  second  "rest  camp"  can- 
not be  described  on  these  pages. 

It  was  at  this  camp  that  we  saw  the  first 
German  prisoners  of  war,  with  the  big  white 
letters  "P.  G."  painted  upon  their  backs. 
Much  discussion  arose  as  to  the  meaning  of 
these  letters.  At  first  it  was  asserted  that  they 
were  soldiers  of  the  famous  Prussian  Guard. 
One  of  the  prisoners  was  attracted  by  the  con- 
versation from  the  other  side  of  the  dead  line 
and  called  back  in  excellent  English,  "Perfect 
Gentlemen."  And  then  the  old  "Prisonier  de 
Guerre"  went  his  way. 

The  chief  recollections  of  that  "rest  camp" 
at  Le  Havre  are  our  sore  feet  and  lame  mus- 
cles, the  good  view  of  the  harbor.  Captain 
Baxter's   famous   dry   bath,    the   Blind    Robin, 


boiled  egg  and  tea  for  chow,  the  British  Tom- 
mies and  their  terrible  tales  of  the  war  and 
their  souvenirs,  and  last  but  not  least,  the  ar- 
rival of  troops  from  Ayer,  Mass.,  all  flower- 
bedecked,  wearing  their  Stetson  service  hats 
and  led  by  their  beloved  "Pied  Piper"  band, 
which  played  a  lively  tune  all  the  way  up  that 
steep,  stony  hill,  thereby  replacing  half  of  the 
men's  packs  with  patriotic  pep  and  good  cheer. 

After  resting  at  Le  Havre  for  twenty-two 
hours  we  had  our  first  experience  of  travel- 
ing for  two  days  "a  la  famous  40  Hommes  8 
Cheveaux"  (French  military  mode  of  travel) 
which,  translated,  means  that  36  packs  with 
men  attached  to  them  were  fitted  into  7x18 
feet,  square-wheeled  box  cars,  designated  for 
such  purpose.  The  men  were  given  strict 
orders  against  hanging  their  feet,  arms  or 
heads  out  of  the  doorways  for  fear  of  tipping 
the  train  over.  "The  travel  directed  was  nec- 
essary in  the  military  service." 

A  descriptive  account  of  this  appears  weekly 
in  the  Pekin  Chronicle  of  Pekin,  China. 

Arriving  at  Messac  at  3:00  p.  m.,  August 
1 6th,  we  pitched  pup  tents  along  the  banks 
of  the  Villaine  River,  and  it  required  no  sharp 
commands  to  start  the  boys  frog-diving  from 
the  bank  into  the  stream,  which  was  from  8 
to  1  5  feet  deep.  They  got  into  that  water  so 
fast  that  some  of  them  forgot  that  they  had 
never  learned  to  swim,  and  if  Pvt.  Alex  Rubin 
had  not  later  deserted  us  at  Toul  Sgt.  "Pop" 
Anson  might  have  received  a  D.  S.  C.  medal 
for  pulling  him  out  of  the  Villaine  River.  The 
next  morning  at  10:25  Battery  A  had  pulled 
stakes  and  was  again  on  the  march.  They 
passed  through  Messac  and  hiked  2.3  kilo- 
meters out  the  country  road  and  turned  in  at 
an  old  chateau  in  which  the  entire  battery  was 
billeted.  The  building  was  a  grand  old  palace 
some  three  hundred  years  old  and  was  called 
the  Chateau  du  Hardaz.  It  was  three  stories 
in  height,  built  entirely  of  stone,  and  the  walls 
were  over  two  feet  thick.  After  spending  the 
first  night  in  the  chateau  everyone  was  well 
aware  that  the  floors  were  a  better  quality  of 
stone. 

There  was  a  regular  drill  schedule,  consist- 
ing of  foot  drill,  standing  gun  drill,  pitching  of 
shelter  halves  and  lectures  on  the  care  of 
horses  by  Lieut.  Mcintosh  and  Sgt.  Rotes. 
Much  of  our  time  was  spent,  however,  in  at- 
tending threshing  bees,  swimming  in  the  river 
and  looking  at  the  pretty  blackberries,  which 
grew  in  superabundance  on  every  hedge  a'on^ 
every  road  in  that  vicinity.  A  man  from  Bat- 
tery C,  however,  looked  at  them  too  long  and 
it  cost  him  $20.00  for  having  blue  lips,  so  the 
berries  were  permitted  to  die  their  natural, 
evaporating  death. 

The  same  old  spot  along  the  river  at  Messac 
was  again  the  camping  ground  of  the  battery 
during  the  afternoon  and  night  of  August  24th, 
and  the  next  day  a  march  of  twelve  miles 
under  full  pack  was  made.  We  reached  Maure 
at   10:45   a.  m.  and  encamped  there  until  the 


—  71  — 


following  morning,  when  we  rolled  w^et  packs, 
swallowed  a  chunk  of  bacon  and  two  pieces 
of  "punk"  and  completed  the  march  of  ten 
miles  to  Camp  Coetquidan. 

Camp  Coetquidan,  originally  built  by  Napo- 
leon Bonaparte,  was  a  training  camp  in  every 
sense  of  the  w^ord.  Our  advance  party,  com- 
posed of  Lieut.  Carrico.  Mech.  Pontius,  who 
posed  for  the  "never-ready"  people,  and  Corp. 
McKellar  had  been  there  since  August  1 4th, 
attend  the  School  of  Fire,  Materiel  School 
of  the  75's  and  the  Liaison  and  Telephone 
School.  Some  of  the  other  schools  in  camp 
were  the  Machine  Gun,  Gas  Defense,  Emplace- 
ments and  Camouflage  Schools,  and  the  bat- 
tery was  well  represented  at  each  one  of  them. 

Foremost  among  the  new  and  inseparable 
companions  which  every  member  of  the  or- 
ganization acquired  before  the  arrival  of  the 
horses  were  the  gas  masks,  which  were  issued 
on  August  30th,  and  the  helmets,  which  came 
into  vogue  on  September  9th.  Gas  drills  were 
many,  and  each  man  had  to  employ  his  mask 
for  one  hour  every  day,  and  anyone  caught 
without  his  mask  at  anv  time  while  on  duty 
was  severely  dealt  with  by  Corp.  Davis  or 
Corp.  Manson. 

TT»e  eleventh  dav  of  the  month  had  always 
been  considered  Battery  A's  lucky  day  be- 
cause of  the  many  strange  and  wonderful 
things  which  occurred  on  that  date.  We  land- 
ed in  Liverpool  on  the  1  1th,  for  instance;  so. 
true  to  precedent,  a  marvelous  thing  happened 
on  the  1  I  th  of  September.  It  happened 
shortly  after  1  1  :00  a.  m.  The  men  were  all 
lined  up  for  mess.  The  cooks  and  the  K.  P.s 
had  been  unusually  busy  and  the  men  were 
unusually  hungry.  As  Cook  McGuire  shouted, 
"Bring  'em  on,"  the  sergeant  first  in  line 
opened  the  curtain  and  stepped  into  the 
kitchen.  It  was  then  that  Pvt.  Mullin,  peering 
over  the  heads  of  the  sergeants  in  front  of 
him.  made  thp  wonderful  discovery;  for,  lo 
and  behold!  "Shorty"  was  actually  cutting  up 
real,  honest-to-Jake  peach  pies  into  four  pieces, 
giving  each  man  a  quarter  of  a  pie. 

Soon  afterwards,  on  September  15  th,  we 
drew  our  75's  and  settled  down  to  real  gun 
drill,  road  marches,  and  qualification  firing. 
Battery  A,  of  course,  was  the  first  in  the  bri- 
gade to  qualify  on  the  range,  and  Corp.  Melick 
won  the  20-franc  prize  put  up  by  Capt.  Moore, 
having  annihilated  by  direct  fire  every  moving 
target  as  fast  as  it  appeared  on  the  range. 
After  a  final  three  days  of  firing,  as  though 
in  real  action,  the  organization  was  efficient 
and  Qualified  for  action.  The  remainder  of 
our  days  at  Coetquidan  ^vere  spent  in  road 
hikes  and  taking  up  positions  for  action,  and 
many  a  time  we  were  routed  out  of  our  beds 
at  3:00  a.  m.  to  harness  up  and  load  up  our 
caissons  with  ammunition  and  supplies  and  be 
on  the  march  long  before  daylight  in  the  usual 
drenching  rain. 

For  a  while  there  was  some  fear  of  an  epi- 
demic of  Spanish  influenza  in  camp  and  a  great 


many  of  our  men  were  sent  to  the  hospital. 

Back  among  the  quiet  pine  trees,  away  from 
the  noisy  drill  grounds  but  within  the  camp 
area,  there  is  a  little  American  cemetery  with 
a  stone  wall  around  it,  and  here,  on  October 
17th  and  18th,  respectively.  Homer  Thorsby 
and  Leo  J.  Theiss  were  laid  to  rest  with  mili- 
tary honors.  They  were  the  only  members 
of  the   organization  who   died   in   Europe. 

Many  notable  changes  in  the  personnel  of 
the  organization  took  place  while  at  old  Coet- 
quidan. Twelve  corporals,  viz.,  Beebe,  Ellis, 
Smith,  Lagrou,  Welsh,  Melick.  Fraleigh,  Ed- 
mondson,  Williams,  Bondy,  Chall  and  Gal- 
luser,  were  appointed.  Corporals  Ellis,  Mc- 
Kellar and  Inlow  were  transferred  to  head- 
quarters company  as  signal  and  telephone  cor- 
porals. Stable  Sgt.  Rotes  and  Sgt.  Bennett 
were  reduced  and  transferred  to  Batteries  F 
and  D,  respectively,  and  Sgt.  Sheedy  appoint- 
ed stable  sergeant.  The  3  1  0th  Ammunition 
Train  w^as  disbanded,  and  Privates  Hebert, 
Hill,  Jarmev,  Lippold,  Lowery,  McRevnolds, 
Staddler,  Watkins  and  Weber  joined  us  on 
October  16th;  while  from  headquarters  com- 
pany came  Privates  Athers,  Ockert,  Dombrow- 
ski  and  Peterson.  Corp.  "Pop"  Ason  was  ap- 
pointed "Ammo"  sergeant,  "Ted"  Pontius 
was  made  Chief  Mechanic  and  Frank  Modrok 
appointed  cook,  "Ollie"  Thorpe  appointed 
bugler  and  Sgt.  Melton  transferred  to  the 
Army  Officers'  Training  School  at  Saumur. 

About  that  time  someone  said  "Let's  go" 
and  October  22nd  found  us — horses,  guns  and 
all — on  the  train,  twelve  men  and  their  oacks 
and  equipment  to  each  box  car,  headed  "Nach 
Berlin."  We  passed  through  many  fair-sized 
towns,  including  Rennes,  Laval,  LeMans,  Char- 
tres,  Versailles  and  Troyes,  and  finally  de- 
trained at  Andelot  at  3:00  p.  m.  on  October 
24th,  marked  two  and  one-half  kilos,  and  hit 
the  hay  at  Rimaucourt.  The  next  day  we 
hiked  eight  kilos  farther  to  a  small  temporary 
camp  called  Orquevoux.  It  was  a  pretty  little 
place,  tucked  away  among  the  hills,  and  it 
was  the  first  place  in  France  where  we  had 
found  really  good  drinking  water,  for  there  was 
a  splendid  spring  at  the  foot  of  a  big  hill  and 
a  small  creek  which  served  as  an  excellent 
washing  place.  After  resting  at  Orquevoux 
for  four  days  w^e  were  again  at  Rimaucourt, 
and  from  this  time  on  did  most  of  our  travel- 
ing by  night. 

Evidenty  something  went  wrong  in  the 
B.  C.  detail,  for  Lieut.  Gorham  was  taken  ill 
here  and  had  to  go  to  the  base  hospital  at 
Rimaucourt. 

Shortly  after  midnight  we  detrained  at 
Domgermain  and  were  billeted  in  a  stable 
which  was  built  in  1677.  This  was  the  first 
of  many  such  typically  French  billets,  where 
reveille  is  the  grunt  of  breakfasting  pigs,  the 
cackle  of  a  hen,  or  the  tickle  of  a  rat's  whiskers 
as  he  tries  to  kiss  your  cheek  or  the  racket 
as  he  goes  scurrying  across  the  room  in  a 
fright. 


—  72 


We  were  not  far  from  Toul  and  the  Heinies 
were  doing  their  damnedest  to  make  a  suc- 
cessful air  raid  on  the  town.  All  through  the 
night  bombing  could  be  heard,  and  the  next 
day  we  learned  that  two  bombs  had  been 
dropped  into  Toul,  killing  several  persons. 
That  afternoon  we  were  again  on  the  way.  As 
we  passed  through  Toul  the  attractions  of  the 
city  were  evidently  too  much  for  Privates  Alex 
Rubin  and  William  Krampitz,  who  deserted 
us  there  and  have  never  since  been  seen. 

Crunch,  crunch,  crunch,  and  Battery  "A" 
was  putting  in  another  ten-hour  hike  under  full 
pack  in  the  pitch  darkness  of  the  night  of  Oc- 
tober 31st — a  weird  Halloween,  indeed;  so 
weird  in  fact  that  some  of  us  began  to  wonder 
just  when  that  old  pumpkin  of  Sleepy  Hollow 
fame  was  going  to  hit  us  on  the  back  of  the 
head.  Shortly  before  daylight  we  parked  our 
guns  in  an  open  field,  found  stables  for  the 
horses  and  more  stables  for  ourselves  and 
rolled  in.  The  next  day  Battery  "A"  policed 
up  the  town,  of  course,  and  continued  the 
march  that  night.  We  went  through  towns 
which  had  been  totally  destroyed  by  shell  fire, 
and  had  been  captured  by  the  Americans  in 
September  in  the  St.  Mihel  drive.  Some  time 
after  midnight  we  halted  at  the  edge  of  Fliery 
Woods,  a  part  of  the  Argonne  Forest  and 
shown  on  the  French  maps  as  the  Bois  de  Mort 
Mare  (Woods  of  the  Dead  Sea).  Those  of  us 
who  were  not  fortunate  enough  to  get  into  the 
two  covered  forage  wagons  or  underneath 
the  caissons  w^ere  obliged  to  flop  in  the  mud 
in  the  open  and  use  our  pistols  for  pillows  to 
keep  them  dry.  Before  daylight  we  were 
aroused  and  ordered  to  conceal  our  carriages 
and  ourselves  inside  the  woods  to  avoid  enemy 
observation  from  the  air.  Daylight  revealed 
the  fact  that  Colonel  Campbell  had  spent  a 
fairly  comfortable  night  on  top  of  one  of  thir- 
teen German  graves.  Once  inside  the  woods 
the  men  scattered  in  all  directions  in  search 
of  dug-outs.  The  Germans  had  occupied  the 
woods  for  two  years  and  had  employed  every 
means  to  insure  comfort  as  well  as  safety  for 
themselves. 

Most  of  the  dug-outs  were  from  twenty  to 
thirty  feet  deep.  Some  of  them  had  bay  win- 
dows extending  out  into  the  trenches  to  afford 
plenty  of  daylight,  although  all  of  the  dug- 
outs were  electrically  lighted  and  wired  for 
telephones.  There  were  comfortable  arm 
chairs,  fancy  iron  stoves  and  cooking  ranges, 
running  water,  tiled  floors  and  walls,  and  even 
fancy  window  curtains  in  some  of  the  officers' 
quarters. 

Fliery  Woods  was  the  scene  of  our  explora- 
tions for  five  days,  during  which  time  we  cared 
for  our  horses,  or  hopped  a  truck  and  rode 
down  to  Fliery  or  Essey,  or  rather  what  was 
left  of  those  tow^ns,  and  got  into  the  dough- 
nut and  cocoa  line  at  the  Salvation  Army,  Red 
Cross  or  Y.  M.  C.  A.  tents,  or  laid  in  our  deep 
dug-outs  at  night  and  listened  to  the  "G.  1. 
Cans"  come  over.      The  last  day  of  our  stay, 


November  4th,  found  us  standing  in  the  open 
watching  with  open-mouthed  wonder  the 
maneuvers  of  a  Heinie  air  plane  as  he  sneaked 
over  and  set  fire  to  our  observation  balloon 
with  machine  gun  incendiary  shells. 

That  same  night  we  marched  to  Bouillion- 
ville,  which  town  became  our  echelon  while  we 


Battery 


Billets   at   Font-a-Mon88on 


were  in  action.  During  the  confusion  of  billet- 
ing the  men  and  selecting  stables  for  the 
horses,  our  Officers  and  B.  C.  Detail  were  busy 
getting  acquainted  with  our  gun  position,  ob- 
servation station  and  communications,  and  the 
next  day  we  moved  our  guns  up  into  position 
just  at  the  edge  of  Thiaucourt,  which  town  had 
been  taken  from  the  Germans  in  September 
but  was  still  subject  to  nightly  shell  fire  intend- 
ed to  prevent  ammunition  and  supplies  from 
going  through  the  town  to  the  relief  of  the 
firing  batteries,  the  Germans  being  aware  of 
the  fact  that  all  such  supplies  must  needs  pass 
through  the  town. 

The  battery  was  fairly  settled  into  position 
before  dusk  of  the  same  day.  The  gun  crews 
were  making  minor  adjustments  underneath 
the  camouflage  screen,  practicing  deflection 
shifts  of  the  different  barrages,  the  data  of 
which  had  already  been  received,  and  perfect- 
ing themselves  in  the  art  of  "preparing  for 
apple-sauce."  There  was  not  the  slightest  sus- 
picion of  an  attack  that  night,  for  the  organiza- 
tion which  we  relieved.  Battery  "D,"  341st  F. 
A.,  had  not  received  a  visit  from  Fritz  as  long 
as  they  had  been  there.      While  some  of  the 


I 


73 


cannoneers  were  making  their  beds  in  the  tiny 
dug-outs  underneath  the  sand  bags  of  each  gun 
position,  others  were  standing  out  on  the  edge 
of  the  road  in  the  dusk  Hstening  to  the  battery 
of  I55's  and  two  captured  Austrian  77's  of 
mountain  artillery  firing  directly  over  our 
heads  less  than  a  quarter  of  a  mile  to  the  rear 
of  us.  The  Heinies  finally  opened  up  a  counter 
attack,  and  in  return  for  each  screaming, 
squirming,  hissing  wild  cat  they  let  loose, 
a  half  a  dozen  screeching  American  eagles 
with  talons  extended  and  sure  of  their 
prey  darted  over  our  heads  to  deliver 
Yankee  peace  notes.  Off  in  the  hills  to 
the  right  a  more  violent  artillery  duel  was 
in  progress,  w^hile  from  down  in  front  of  us 
came  the  convulsive  clatter  of  musketry  and 
the  occasional  sharp,  spurting  sputter  of  a  ma- 
chine gun.  At  sudden,  unexpected  moments 
the  whole  sky  would  be  lighted  up  by  the 
white  rockets  which  our  doughboys  hurled  into 
No-Man's-Land  to  see  that  Fritz  was  keeping 
his  head  down.  Then  our  attention  would  be 
attracted  by  different  colored  rockets  rising 
from  the  infantry  trenches  signalling  for  a  bar- 
rage or  warning  of  a  gas  or  other  attack. 

As  darkness  fell  the  activities  increased  in 
violence.  The  men  gazed  and  became  more 
and  more  fascinated  until  they  very  suddenly 
realized  that  the  situation  had  become  local- 
ized. In  other  words  every  man  there  was  sud- 
denly aware  that  something  heavy  was  flying 
swiftly  through  the  air  and  would  hit  them 
squarely  in  the  pit  of  the  stomach  if  they  didn't 
move  in  a  hurry. 


Sgt.    Lyons    giving    physical    torture    exercises 
at  Pont-a-Mousson:      "Hands  overhead,  rest!" 


There  were  seven  or  eight  steps  leading 
down  into  a  little  dug-out  underneath  No.  I's 
gun  position,  and  not  a  man  in  the  little  group 
that  dived  into  it  remembers  hitting  more  than 
three  steps  on  the  way  down.  A  few  moments 
later  someone  emerged  and  promptly  returned 
with  the  alarm  for  gas.  So  there  was  a  grand 
shuffle  with  the  stubborn  gas  masks  and  then 
the  men  sat  there  in  the  candle  light  staring  at 
each  other  through  the  hideous  goggles  of 
their  gas  masks  until  someone  suddenly 
laughed  his  mask  off,  and  went  up  to  test  for 
gas.  Sure  enough  there  was  a  decided  odor  of 
mustard ;  not  the  garlic-like  odor  that  had  been 
described  to  us  so  carefully  in  lectures  upon 
gas  defense,  but  decidedly  that  of  mustard. 
So  the  men  remained  in  the  dug-outs,  packed 
in  like  sardines  for  a  few  more  years  until  the 
second  attack  was  over. 

A  little  room  in  the  old  railroad  station  at 
Thiaucourt  was  chosen — temporarily,  it  was  de- 
cided later — as  the  B.  C.  station,  and  a  kitchen 
was  established  in  shacks  built  into  the  steep 
sides  of  the  deep  railroad  bed  a  short  distance 


from  the  station.  Both  of  these  places  became 
the  scenes  of  rather  exciting  comedies  when- 
ever Fritz  became  RESTLESS. 

Chief  Mechanic  "Ted"  Pontius  was  engaged 
in  some  mechanical  work  in  the  main  room  of 
the  old  shell-torn  station  one  day  and  Capt. 
Moore  came  in.  As  they  stood  there  a  few 
shells  began  to  fall  around  the  old  building, 
apparently  falling  closer  to  the  station  as  they 


Sgt.    Bennett    at    Cognac    Hill,    Coetquidan: 
'Right  dress!     Forward,  march!" 


follow^ing  con- 
,     they're 


increased    in   number,    and   the 

versa tion    ensued:       " - 

falling  pretty  close." 

Pontius  (unconcernedly)  :  "Yes,  sir — a 
couple  more  turns  of  the  hand  wheel  will  just 
about  get  us,   I  guess. 

After  a  moment's  silence,  Pontius  looked  up 
from  his  work  and  studied  the  walls  of  the  old 
shell-torn  brick  station.  There  was  a  huge  hole 
through  the  front  of  the  building  in  the  direc- 
tion of  fire.  Pontius  studied  this  for  a  moment 
and  then  dryly  remarked:  "Say,  Captain 
Moore,  hadn't  1  better  knock  a  hole  through 
the  wall  opposite  that  puncture,  so  that,  in  case 
a  shell  should  come  through  that  hole,  it  will 
go  right  on  through  the  building  without  ex- 
ploding inside?" 

Captain  Moore:  "Pontius,  you  shouldn't 
talk  that  way — this  is  pretty  serious  business!" 

Pontius:  "Yes,  sir — I'd  just  like  to  put  up 
one  more  flat  in  Detroit  before  I  get  bumped 
off,  though." 

Two  minutes  later,  as  Signal  Sergeant  Hy- 
don  and  some  other  members  of  the  B.  C.  De- 
tail w^ere  working  at  their  telephone  sw^itch- 
boards  down  at  their  crowded  little  dug-out. 
Captain  Moore's  bedding  roll,  containing  the 
B.  C.  Station  landed  at  the  bottom  of  the  fif- 
teen foot  stairway,  leading  down  into  the  dug- 
out. 

At  the  kitchen  Cook  Twa  and  Privates  Gen- 
tilinis  and  Chavez  were  preparing  a  hot  supper 
for  the  gun  crews.  Several  men  were  already 
standing  in  the  doorway,  awaiting  their  sup- 
per. Suddenly  they  scattered  in  every  direc- 
tion but  chiefly  for  the  dug-outs  in  the  opposite 
side  of  the  railroad  bed,  adjusting  their  masks 
as  they  ran.  Cook  Twa  turned  away  from  his 
cook  stove  just  in  time  to  catch  a  glimpse  of 
their  backs  as  they  dove  for  shelter.  Twa 
rushed  to  the  door,  and,  with  his  hand  to  his 
ear,  shouted  after  them:  "What's  the  mat- 
ter? Where  are  you  going?  Hey,  come  back 
here  before  your  supper  gets  all  cold!"  Then 
he  remembered  Gentilinis,  who  in  the  mean- 
time had  jumped  from  the  top  bunk  onto 
Chavez's  mess  kit  and  dived  underneath  the 
lower  bunk.  Chavez  had  hid  himself  under 
the  table. 

After    extracting    Chavez    from    under    the 


—  74- 


table  and  Gentilinis  from  under  the  bunk  and 
questioning  them  as  to  the  cause  of  the  com- 
motion, Twa  learned  that  the  Heinies  had  just 
been  sending  over  some  G.  1.  cans  and  none  of 
the  boys  wanted  to  receive  them.  A  shell 
splinter  had  found  its  way  through  the  side  of 
the  kitchen  but  no  one  was  hurt. 

In  the  meantime  a  squad  of  cannoneers  had 
left  the  guns  and  had  taken  a  short  cut  towards 
the  kitchen  in  the  darkness  and  found  them- 
selves at  the  brink  of  the  fifteen-foot  embank- 
ment along  the  old  railroad  bed  just  above  the 
kitchen.  It  was  almost  a  straight  drop  down 
to  the  road  bed  and  they  stood  there  trying  to 
figure  out  a  way  to  get  down  or  to  get  their 
bearings  in  the  darkness  and  find  the  stairs. 
Some  obliging  German  helped  them  by  send- 
ing over  a  whiner  almost  straight  in  their  direc- 
tion and  the  next  minute  they  were  sitting  un- 
hurt but  shaken  up  at  the  foot  of  the  embank- 
ment. 

It  was  about  this  time  that  two  girls  from 
the  Salvation  Army  atThiaucourt  came  up  and 
visited  our  gun  position  in  the  dark  of  night. 
Private  Jack  Delmar  gave  them  the  "Halt, 
who's  there,"  and  the  reply  was,  "Oh,  you 
can't  scare  us,  we  are  the  S.  A.  Girls."  We 
will  never  forget  the  great  work  these  good 
people  did  at  Thiaucourt. 

Sergeant  "Pop"  Anson  and  his  trusty  am- 
munition train  had  some  thrilling  times  during 
these  nights  getting  ammunition  up  to  the 
front.  The  first  time  they  ran  into  gas  they 
held  a  joint  debate  as  to  whether  it  was  gas 
or  not  and  ended  up  with  masks  on  the  men 
and  not  on  the  horses.  It  was  that  same  night 
that  Lieutenant  Mcintosh  found  out  that  the 
drill  regulations  wouldn't  fit  the  Bouillionville- 
Thiaucourt  Road.  "Pop  "  and  his  associates 
did  some  great  work  getting  "Ammo"  up, 
however,  and  the  night  before  the  armistice 
brought  up  5,000  rounds  to  finish  the  Boche. 

Back  at  the  echelon  in  Bouillionville,  the 
boys  had  a  fatter,  if  not  so  exciting,  time  eat- 


ing Salvation  Army  doughnuts  and  drinking 
Red  Cross  cocoa.  By  one  of  the  freaks  of 
war  this  little  town  was  completely  in  "dead 
space"  and  all  except  Fritz's  air  bombs  went 
whistling  over  without  harm.  Lieutenant 
Hayes  was  commander  of  the  echelon  and  to 
say  that  the  boys  would  have  tackled  Hell  for 
him  is  putting  it  mildly.  While  he  was  up 
front.  First  Sergeant  Renner  was  in  charge. 

It  was  on  the  night  of  November  9th  that 
Battery  A's  famous  WILD  CAT  GUN  got  into 
action.  Two  gun  crews,  under  the  direction  of 
Lieutenant  Mcintosh  and  composed  of  the  fol- 
lowing men:  Sergeant  Burke,  Sergeant  Ahrens, 
Corporal  Bondy,  Corporal  Hall,  Corporal  Gal- 
luser.  Privates  Anderson,  Hellerman,  Lippold, 
Teets,  Gies,  Aldrich,  Keck,  Dobbins,  Balmer, 
and  Howard,  dragged  old  No.  4  gun  forward, 
a  kilometer  or  more. 

The  night  was  pitch  dark,  except  for  a  few 
stars  twinkling  betw^een  the  clouds  and  an  oc- 
casional doughboy  rocket  lighting  up  the  sky. 
The  going  w^as  very  tough  after  turning  off  the 
road  and  the  wheels  cut  deep;  but  the  position 
was  finally  reached,  the  piece  laid  and  the  aim- 
ing stake  set.  During  firing,  the  light  in  the 
aiming  stake  continued  to  go  out.  We  had  to 
cease  firing  several  times  in  the  middle  of  a 
problem  in  order  to  relight  it,  and  finally  had 
to  send  a  man  out  to  hold  a  flashlight  inside 
the  aiming  stake  until  the  gun  was  layed  each 
time.  Waiting  for  him  to  come  back  before 
firing  was  surely  impatient  stuff.  We  also  had 
to  examine  the  bore  of  the  gun  each  shot  by 
flashlight  and  swab  it  out  occasionally.  The 
men  were  never  keener  on  the  job. 

Lieutenant  Mcintosh  established  himself 
near  the  gun  where  he  could  light  a  candle  to 
refer  to  his  firing  data  and  kept  Sergeant  Burke 
and  Sergeant  Ahrens  busy  getting  the  dope 
down  to  old  No.  4.  There  were  five  different 
targets  and  just  that  many  problems,  necessi- 
tating big  shifts  both  in  the  deflection  and 
range;    and,    after   two   or   three   rounds   were 


_:ii^^ 


We  didn't  need  our  bugler  in  the  modern   french  biuets 

—  75  — 


fired,  it  was  no  easy  task  to  push  the  gun  for- 
ward and  release  the  trail  spade  from  the  soft, 
mucky  earth — and  then  relay  the  piece.  Three 
men  were  kept  busy  fusing  shells  and  old  No. 
4  was  soon  hot  enough  to  light  a  cigarette  on. 
She  was  given  a  few  minutes  rest  only  when 
several  areoplanes  were  heard  approaching  the 
position  and  the  possibility  of  detection  be- 
came imminent.  When  this  danger  was  passed, 
she  again  spat  fire  and  continued  to  send  peace 
messages  to  Fritz  until  all  of  the  350  rounds — 
excepting  three  culls — were  delivered.  Then 
she  was  dragged  back  to  the  Battery  position, 
shortly  before  dawn. 

The  suppressed  excitement  of  the  occasion, 
together  with  sundry  brilliant  flashes  of  mod- 
ern   night    warfare the    rapid    but    irregular 

sputtering  of  musketry  as  the  doughboys 
sprinkled  the  ground  just  across  No-man's-land, 
the  boom  of  other  75's,  the  roar  of  155's  and 
larger  calibre  guns,  punctuated  by  an  occa- 
sional spasm  of  machine  ginnery — combined 
to  make  this  one  of  the  most  thrilling  adven- 
tures our  boys  ever  went  through. 

Next  came  the  grand  event  of  "Finee  La 
Guerre,"  as  the  French  described  it.  We  do 
not  purpose  to  describe  it  here,  but  we  will 
always  remember  the  great  hush  that  marked 
the  end,  that  colored  band  doing  the  ragtime 
snake  dance  up  and  dow^n  the  long  silent 
streets  of  Bouillionville,  and  our  own  boys 
starting  at  once  to  think  of  home  and  better 
days. 

By  nine  a.  m.  of  the  13th  we  had  rejoined 
the  regiment  and  were  on  our  way  to  Pont-a- 
Mousson.  Our  stay  at  this  "Athens  of  France" 
was  about  as  pleasant  as  a  long  wait  to  go 
home  could  be.  We  had  good  billets,  good 
eats,  and  nothing  in  particular  to  do  until 
horses  were  issued  to  us  again. 

Battery  A  lived  for  the  most  part  in  what 
had  once  been  the  home  of  a  famous  French 
general.  His  name  plate  was  still  on  the  wall 
over  the  main  entrance.  General  Gerard 
Christophe  Michel  Duroc,  Due  de  Frioul,  was 
the  gentleman's  full  title,  and  he  was  born  in 
Pont-a-Mousson  way  back  in  1  772.  He  was 
killed  near  Markerdurf,  Saxony,  May,  1 81  3. 
He  was  employed  on  diplomatic  missions  to 
Stockholm,  Copenhagen,  St.  Petersburg,  Berlin 
and  Dresden;  took  part  in  the  famous  battle 
of  Austerlitz  as  successor  to  Oudinot,  and  ac- 
companied Napoleon  in  the  campaign  of  1  806 
and  1807. 

In  1 809,  he  was  with  the  Emperor  in  Aus- 
tria and  negotiated  the  truce  of  Znaym.  In 
1812,  he  was  in  the  Russian  campaign,  always 
enthusiastically  devoted  to  the  cause  of  Na- 
poleon, of  whom  he  was  a  great  favorite. 
After  the  Battle  of  Bautzen,  while  escorting  the 
Emperor  to  an  elevation  adjoining  the  battle 
ground,  he  was  struck  by  a  cannon  shot.  The 
farmhouse  in  which  he  died  was  purchased  by 
Napoleon,  who  caused  a  monument  to  be 
erected  there  in  Duroc's  memory.     His  remains 


were  removed  in   1  845  to  the  Church  Des  In- 
valides  in  Paris. 

It  was  in  the  ruins  of  his  old  home  that  we 
had  our  orderly  room,  sergeants'  quarters,  and 
most  of  the  billets.  Sergeant  Ahrens  is  guilty 
of  a  poem  about  these  quarters  which  is  worthy 
of  repetition: 

Although    in    lordly    mansions    1    reside. 
With  mammoth  mirrors  hung  on   every  side. 
With   marble   table   tops   and   marble    hearth. 

And   golden   stairs   and everything   on    earth 

With  the  finest  furniture  and  fancy  doors. 
And   tapestries    and   even    panelled    floors, 
With   lots  to  eat,  and  drink,   and   even  wine, 
I'll  take  that  humble  little  home  I  left,   for  mine. 

For  General  Duroc  this  may  have  been  just  gran*, 
Or    even    for    a    much    more    famous    man 
Who    had   nothing   else    to   do,    indeed. 
But  boss  his  hops  and  don  his  weed 

Or   order   more    mahogany   to   burn 

But  there's  just  one  thing  for  which  I  yearn 

While  in   the  midst  of  all  these  things  sublime 

Sure,    it's    nothing    less    than    that    humble    little    home 
of   mine. 

General  Duroc's  residence  was  a  scene  of 
great  hilarity  on  the  night  of  New  Year's  Eve. 
"One  keg  of  beer  for  the  four  of  us"  was  sung 
by  the  Dirty  Dozen.  This  was  the  party  in 
which  "Tommy"  McDonald  got  so  "het  up" 
over  the  merits  of  the  county  he  was  born  in, 
that  he  positively  cried.  That  was  after  one 
of  Dan  Sheedy's  bear  hugs  had  convinced  him 
that  it  was  useless  to  fight. 

Presently  we  fell  heir  to  some  horses  again 
and  went  back  to  the  old  routine  of  stand-to- 
heel.  We  groomed  these  rabbits  for  about  a 
month  and  then  a  detail  was  selected  to  turn 
the  pieces  in  at  Domgermain.  That  trip  was 
about  as  tough  as  any  of  our  boys  have  ever 
undertaken  at  home  or  abroad.  The  roads 
were  frozen  and  slippery  and  it  was  hard  for 
horses  and  men  to  stand  up,  let  alone  make 
any  progress.  Furthermore,  it  was  bitter  cold 
and  windy  and  the  boys  on  the  detail  came 
back  with  their  faces  parched  red.  But  we 
were  done  with  gun  drill  and  that  helped 
some. 

After  just  three  months  of  setting  up  exer- 
cises, fair-to-middling  grub,  more  or  less  gun 
drill,  mighty  decent  billets,  some  athletics  and 
entertainment  in  the  dolled-up  "Hippodrome," 
we  turned  the  horses  over  to  the  poor  old  7th 
doughboys  and  prepared  to  "partee."  (Those 
7th  division  doughboys  must  have  found  the 
horses  hard  to  take.) 

On  the  morning  of  February  I  1  th,  we  com- 
menced the  famous  side  door  Pullman  trip 
with  trimmings — the  trimmings  being  army 
ticks  filled  with  hay  and  all  the  stoves  and 
wood  we  could  swipe.  We  w^ere  two  nights 
and  a  day  on  this  trip,  which  was  by  all  means 
the  best  box  car  ride  we  ever  had  in  France. 
We  arrived  at  Besse-Sur-Braye  at  2 :00  p.  m. 
February  1 3th  and  promptly  hiked  1 5  kilo- 
meters to  Evaille,  arriving  there  for  billets  in 
the  dark.  Billets  were  secured  from  the  resi- 
dents and  the  battery  was  scattered  all  over 
town.     Some  of  the  sergeants  wound  up  as  star 


76  — 


boarders  at  the  village  hotel.  There  was  a 
billiard  table  there;  this  could  be  moved  to 
make  way  for  an  occasional  grand  ball,  Fred 
Hulburd  helping  out  on  the  music  with  his  old 
violin.  Excellent  pommes  de  terre  fried  and 
ouefs  a  la  omelet  were  a  feature  of  this  hos- 
telry. It  was  at  Evaille  that  our  worthy  me- 
chanics built  their  famous  shower  baths.  The 
fame  of  these  baths  spread  clear  down  to  St. 
Calais,  where  regimental  headquarters  was  lo- 
cated. It  was  here  also  that  Battery  A  fell 
heir  to  another  of  its  frequent  quarantines — 
this  one  for  measles. 

We  left  Evaille  at  9:30  the  morning  of  Sun- 
day, March  2nd,  and  broke  the  record  hiking 
to  Le  Briel,  a  distance  of  24  kilometers.  Cap- 
tain Moore  set  out  to  demonstrate  how  Bat- 
tery A  could  show  up  the  regiment  and  nearly 
cooked  our  meathouse.  We  slept  on  boards 
and  concrete  that  night  and  hiked  about  20 
kilometers  the  next  day,  arriving  at  Camp 
D'Avours,  commonly  known  as  the  Belgian 
camp,  at  1  1  :30  a.  m.  Here  we  flopped  on 
quadruple  w^ire  cots.  It  was  here  that  we  lost 
Private  Edward  Godwin,  the  boy  who  made 
Genesee  County  famous.  He  was  taken  with 
mumps  and  had  to  go  to  the  hospital.  (Hope 
you  got  home  safely,  Mumps. ) 

Now  came  another  round  of  inspections  use- 
less  and    otherwise    (mostly    useless),    ending 


with  the  notorious  inspection  out  in  the  field 
where  nobody  knew  what  was  wanted  and 
everybody  went  home  mad.  Modest  little  Cor- 
poral Beebe  made  himself  known  on  this  occa- 
sion when  he  told  Lieutenant  Hayes  that  he 
didn't  give  a  damn  if  it  was  wrong,  after  he 
had  changed  his  layout  several  times.  This  is 
the  same  little  lad  who  successfully  protected 
himself  by  crawling  beneath  his  helmet,  there- 
by winning  the  Croix  de  Chapeaux  for  his  in- 
ventive genius,  when  the  G.  1.  cans  were  com- 
ing over,  up  at  the  front. 

We  were  in  this  camp  for  four  days,  and 
Sunday  morning,  March  7th,  found  us  under 
way  with  full  packs  down  to  the  train,  a  little 
jaunt  of  1  4  kilometers.  After  the  hike  in  the 
drizzling  rain,  we  were  greatly  refreshed  by 
hot  cocoa  and  crackers,  served  by  the  Y.  M. 
C.  A.  What  a  great  sound  it  was  to  hear  the 
genuine  American  train  bells  ringing  and  then 
to  pile  into  honest-to-gosh  American  box  cars. 
We  didn't  sleep  much  that  night — 53  men  and 
packs  to  a  car  enabled  only  your  feet  to  go  to 
sleep — but  we  were  on  the  last  lap  of  our  jour- 
ney in  France  and  we  didn't  care  a  heap. 

We  reached  the  much  discussed  and  cussed 
city  of  Brest  about  noon  of  the  next  day  and 
found  it  living  up  to  its  reputation  for  rain. 
Hot  chow  in  the  big  down-town  mess  hall 
cheered  us  up,  however.      Then  we  made  the 


OH!  BOY!  WONT  it  be  GREAT  to  "fines'  with  F/NEESHI 


«" 


UN  oozef<  oeufs  NO  oeof 

(EGSS)  (MADAME.  MONSIEUR 

— m:'. 


MONSIEUR?  /^*     ' 

— 1!!0  U     ■v-"*7  X 


eeAucoop 

VIN   MA0eMO(Sei-LE 


i  NO  vw  -  - 

— TC'UMOR  !  !.' 
■FlNCesM^ 


ENcowe 

POMM6.   DE  TEPBf  ; 


7  HO-  FlNEESH 


CHOcotAre 
MAD  A  ME  ? 


NO- 

CHOCOLAT 

TRE3    DIFFICILE  I 
FiNEeSH 


0^'.    boy!     eur      it'-S     CRrAT 
To     BE      BAC  K   ! 


^m 


—  77  — 


long  hike  up  the  grade  to  Camp  Pontanezen, 
■where  we  were  to  put  in  1  6  days  of  night  and 
day  details  and  everlasting  inspections.  In  the 
matter  of  living  conditions  we  found,  however, 
that  this  camp  was  not  nearly  so  bad  as  re- 
ported. We  had  good  tents  with  wooden 
floors  and  plenty  of  fuel  for  the  ice-cream  cone 
stoves.  Going  through  the  big  delousing 
camp  was  one  of  the  novel  features  of  this 
camp.  System  was  written  all  over  the  plant, 
which  incidentally  burned  down  shortly  after 
we  went  through. 

Eventually  we  passed  our  last  inspection — 
upstairs — downstairs — "roll  'em  up  and  beat 
it,  boys" — and  were  at  length  on  our  way 
down  to  the  longed-for  boat.  By  this  time,  we 
had  been  advised  that  the  Leviathan  was  to 
carry  us  home  and  it  sure  was  some  tickled  lot 
of  buddies  that  boarded  the  big  ship  on  the 
morning  of  March  24th. 

At  6:15  p.  m.,  March  26th,  the  Leviathan 
weighed  anchor  and  started  for  home.  Just 
prior  to  starting  we  were  sorry  to  lose  Bugler 
"Ollie"  Thorpe,  who  ■was  taken  off  the  boat 
as  a  witness  to  some  trial  proposition  back  in 
the  other  side  of  France.  "Ollie"  had  made 
himself  famous  in  the  regiment  w^ith  his  ex- 
cellent tenor  voice  and  was  always  popular 
w^ith  our  own  boys. 

During  the  trip.  Captain  Moore  was  ap- 
pointed Major  and  Lieutenant  Hayes  assumed 
command  of  the  Battery.  Old  Battery  A  was 
assigned  to  guard  duty  on  the  floating  city  and 
said  duty  sure  kept  us  humping.  The  phrase 
"You  can't  stand  there,  soldier,"  got  to  be  a 
by-word  all  over  the  ship. 

We  were  scheduled  to  arrive  off  Sandy 
Hook  about  8:00  a.  m.,  the  morning  of  April 
2nd  and  about  4:00  a.  m.  most  of  the  men 
started  rolling  their  packs.  Almost  everyone 
was  up  on  deck  when  the  good  old  U.  S.  A. 
hove  into  view  and  the  boys  nearly  upset  the 
boat  in  an  effort  to  see  Miss  Liberty  wave  a 
welcome  with  her  left  arm  (it  having  been 
rumored  in  Brest  that  a  device  had  been  per- 
fected which  enabled  the  Statue  of  Liberty  to 
wave  her  arm  whenever  a  transport  came  into 
viewr,  by  simply  pressing  a  button).  The  ship's 
crew  had  said  that  they  would  dock  the  Levia- 
than at  1  1  :00  that  morning  and  they  did — to 
the  dot.  We  piled  down  the  gang  plank  short- 
ly after  noon,  waited  on  the  dock  an  hour  or 
so,  killing  time  by  disposing  of  Red  Cross,  Sal- 
vation Army  and   "Y"   eats. 

Then  we  rode  the  Long  Island  Ferry,  "Cats- 
kill,"  for  about  three  hours  and  then  boarded 
the  train  for  Camp  Mills.  This  pulled  out  im- 
mediately and  we  were  soon  negotiating  the 


same  hike  that  we  took  just  eight  months  and 
nineteen  days  previously.  Arriving  at  Camp 
Mills,  we  found,  instead  of  tents,  long,  neat 
rows  of  green-painted  barracks.  The  old  war 
lamp  of  Aladdin  had  sure  done  wonders  to 
this  erstwhile  uncomfortable  hang-out. 

Our  stay  at  Mills  this  time  was  quite  the 
most  pleasant  of  any  we  had  made  in  the 
Army,  notwithstanding  our  anxiety  to  get 
home.  Passes  were  as  free  as  Flanders  mud 
and  most  of  the  boys  w^ere  as  busy  as  a  one- 
eyed  boy  at  a  three-ring  circus,  trying  to  see 
New  York   (and  environs)   all  at  once. 

Our  neighbor  and  messmate  rather  showed 
us  up  on  "Mess  Auxiliaries"  here  until  some- 
body evidently  got  wise  to  the  fact  that  we  had 
a  mess  fund  of  our  own.  Then  we  began  to 
banquet. 

Well,  we  left  the  rejuvenated  Camp  Mills  at 
2:15  p.  m.  April  1  7th.  The  train  was  an  all 
Pullman  affair — no  changing  of  cars  or  trans- 
fers— plenty  of  sheets,  pillow,  porters,  n'every- 
thing — and  we  steamed  straight  through  to 
Custer. 

Oh,  yes,  we  did  stop  in  Detroit  for  half  an 
hour  the  next  day  to  lean  out  of  the  window 
and  yell  "Hello."  The  only  time  Battery  A 
ever  got  stuck  anywhere  was  when  our  train 
stalled  on  a  grade  going  into  Custer  and  an- 
other Mogul  was  needed  to  boost  us  up  the 
hill.  We  struck  the  parent  camp  at  about  8:30 
p.  m.  and  found  filled  straw  ticks  on  the  old 
familiar  cots  in  the  old  familiar  barracks. 

By  Monday  of  the  next  week,  the  demobil- 
ization machinery  got  to  rolling  and  though  it 
was  the  most  ponderous  Juggernaut  we  had 
yet  run  up  against,  it  finally  did  the  business 
and  we  were  practically  all  sporting  red  chev- 
rons by  Wednesday.  Talk  about  your  "gran' 
'n'  glorious  feelin',"  this  was  the  grandest. 

Just  to  show  that  old  Battery  A  never  did 
lose  its  fighting  pep.  Old  Dan  Sheedy — the 
only  Stable  Sergeant  who  was  ever  called 
"Tarzan  of  the  Apes" — started  in  to  lick  the 
whole  of  Battery  B  when  somebody  threatened 
to  swipe  Bill  Burke's  Manhattan  dog.  And 
that  while  waiting  for  his  discharge. 

SERGEANT  H.  F.  AHRENS, 

Battery  Editor. 


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I^ATTEKY    5 


On  September  5  th,  1917,  the  following  men 
of  Ward  No.  4,  Detroit — Charles  H.  Price, 
Wilfred  A.  Gustafson,  Nathan  I.  Baiter,  Sid- 
ney D.  Light,  Harry  T.  Dickey,  Stanley  C. 
Stacy,  Russell  W.  Lally,  Hazen  P.  Aiken, 
Montgomery  Parsons,  William  N.  Coleman, 
John  P.  Maher,  Charles  A.  Parker,  George  N. 
Mumley,  Joseph  C.  Dierich,  and  Gordon  K. 
MacEdward  —  formed  at  the  Trowbridge 
schoolhouse  at  9:00  a.  m.,  boarded  the  Brush 
street  car  to  the  Detroit  Armory,  and  after  a 
sumptuous  repast  at  Al  Smith's  Lunch  Room, 
Cadillac  Square,  returned  to  the  Armory, 
where  they  formed  for  the  parade.  The  route 
of  the  parade  was  as  follows:  Bates  St.  to 
Jefferson  Ave.,  to  Woodward  Ave.,  to  Eliza- 
beth St.,  where  cars  were  boarded  for  the 
Michigan  Station.  It  was  a  gloomy  day — al- 
most a  counterpart  of  the  sort  we  were  des- 
tined to  get  used  to  in  France — but  nothing 
could  dampen  the  ardor  of  the  send-off  given 
this  first  little  group  of  Uncle  Sam's  "Selects." 
They  were  cheered  at  every  corner,  handker- 
chiefs waved,  and  every  now  and  then  some 
lad  would  yell,  "Go  to  it.  Jack;  I'll  be  with 
you  soon!"  They  went  to  it  and  at  the  Michi- 
gan Station  boarded  the  train  for  Camp  Cus- 
ter. 

The  Camp  Receiving  Station  was  reached  at 
4:00  p.  m.  The  first  picture  of  this  famous 
station  was  a  never-to-be-forgotten  one.  It 
was  still  raining.  When  the  boys  got  a  look  at 
the  big  open  place  with  its  numerous  little 
"sheep-pens"  and  more  officers  than  had  ap- 
parently ever  been  gathered  together  before, 
they  mentally  decided  that  they  could  never 
go  through  that  labyrinth  and  come  out  a 
civilian.  They  took  a  deep  breath  and  plunged 
in.  Here  they  were  questioned  as  to  their 
previous  experience,  classified,  and  assigned  to 
Battery  "B,"  329th  Field  Artillery.  An  offi- 
cer led  the  way  to  building  No.  399. 

There  the  whole  skeleton  regiment  ate  its 
first  army  meal,  and  spent  its  first  night  in  the 
service  of  Uncle  Sam.  This  night  before  "re- 
tiring," as  Private  Aiken  called  it.  Private 
Dickey  remarked,  "Hell,  you  ain't  in  civilian 
life  now,  you're  in  the  army  and  are  just  going 
to  HIT  THE  HAY."       (Take  it  from   Private 


K.  P.  Onthespot,  we  never  had  a  chance  to  for- 
get we  were  in  the  army  after  that — even  the 
bugler  took  up  the  refrain. )  Of  course  we  re- 
member Private  Stacy  with  his  pink  pajamas, 
and  Private  Lally  with  his  home-made  night- 
cap, as  he  remarked,  "1  don't  see  how  1  can 
stand  these  woolen  blankets."  While  just 
around  our  partition,  our  Saginaw  Kid  (Sidney 
D.  Light)  was  arguing  with  String  Bean  Die- 
rich  as  to  the  proper  combination  for  reducing 
his  six  feet  of  glorious  manhood  into  the  con- 
fines of  a  four-foot  bed.  At  the  other  end  of 
the  row  of  bunks  a  distinguished  looking 
"buck,"  whom  we  learned  from  his  conversa- 
tion, was  Private  John  J.  Maher,  the  brilliant 
and  prosperous  Detroit  lawyer.  It  was  his  de- 
light to  harangue  his  fellow  private  and  in  par- 
ticular one  named  Nathan  I.  Baiter,  who  al- 
ways appeared  to  be  intensely  interested  but 
who  it  transpired  was  fast  asleep  most  of  the 
time — except  when  it  came  to  the  matter  of 
shaking  hands,  when  he  was  awake  in  both 
eyes. 

Private  Gustafson,  better  known  as  the 
QUAKER  SWEDE,  who  afterwards  developed  into 
a  tar-paper  manufacturer  "at  certain  times  and 
places,"  finally  cast  aside  his  pinch-back  suit 
and  was  about  to  hit  the  hay  when  in  blew  Pri- 
vate Politician  Price  with  one  of  his  Cinco 
"Ropes,"  of  which  he  seemed  to  have  a  never 
faily  supply.  Finally  our  candles  gutted  out 
and  darkness  reigned  supreme — but  not  for 
long,  as  Custer  witnessed  the  worst  electrical 
storm  of  the  season  during  the  next  two  hours. 

After  that  all  went  well  until  reveille,  when 
the  boisterous  voice  of  Lieutenant  Carnahan 
(he  was  then  acting  "Top  Kick")  was  heard 
at  the  top  of  the  stairs  saying,  "Everybody  out 
for  roll  call  in  ten  minutes!"  This  ten  minutes 
was  crowded  with  the  frantic  efforts  of  re- 
cruits trying  to  do  in  the  allotted  time  what 
usually  took  them  from  thirty  minutes  to  an 
hour.  And  when  a .  second  call  was  made 
"asking"  us  to  hurry,  the  whole  mob  rushed 
madly  down  stairs  in  all  stages  of  negligee. 
They  thought  it  was  a  Mess  call  but  to  their 
sorrow  it  was  a  line-up  for  the  then  mysterious 
rite  called  reveille.  Solemn-faced  Private 
Mumley  thought  that  reveille  was  a  religious 


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ceremony,  and  came  out  with  his  little  Y.  M. 
C.  A.  testament  under  his  arm.  When  atten- 
tion was  called,  Privates  Light  and  Dierich,  not 
knowing  what  it  meant,  continued  to  discuss 
the  question  as  to  who  was  to  be  cook.  Pri- 
vate Baiter  in  the  rear  rank  was  busily  engaged 
in  shaking  hands  with  Private  Price  in  the 
front  rank,  as  Nate  was  firmly  convinced  that 
such  was  the  passport  to  the  aforesaid  Cinco 
cigars. 

After  several  vain  attempts  the  line  was 
formed  and  roll  was  called.  No  "Here"  in  re- 
sponse to  Private  Lally's  name.  Whereupon 
Stacy  volunteered  the  information  that  they 
only  had  one  powder  puff  between  the  two  of 
them,  and  "Ten  minutes.  Sir,  didn't  give  us 
both  time  to  use  it."  Question  Sir:  Lieuten- 
ant Sir  (This  from  Private  Dickey)  :  "What 
time  will  breakfast  be  served?"  The  question 
Wcis  answered  with  one  word.     "DISMISSED." 

Drill,  Drill,  Drill,  Hike,  Hike,  Hike,  was  the 
order  of  the  day  for  the  time.  The  camp  was 
more  or  less  picturesque  and  attracted  many 
visitors.  It  swept  in  a  huge  half  moon,  through 
what  had  once  been  a  rolling  cornfield.  The 
streets  were  wide,  dusty  tracks,  cut  with  gul- 
lies and  ditches  and  ruling  off  a  seeming  con- 
fusion of  buildings — barracks  after  barracks, 
looking  like  factory  buildings,  long  store- 
houses, officers'  quarters  like  overgrown  box 
cars,  big  and  little  buildings  for  every  conceiv- 
able use.  The  unfinished  state  of  the  camp  ex- 
plained why  we  did  not  find  the  place  home- 
like. We  had  boys  there  who  pined  for  moth- 
er's home-made  biscuits  and  who  held  them- 
selves aloof  from  their  fellows.  But  they  were 
getting  just  what  they  needed  when  they  were 
put  into  the  field  and  compelled  to  drill  with 
the  other  boys. 

On  September  1 6th  we  moved  to  barracks 
No.  419,  and  our  officers  were  assigned  to  the 
Battery.  They  were:  Captain  Cecil  A.  Fraz- 
ier,  1st  Lieutenant  Paul  M.  Bowen,  2nd  Lieu- 
tenants C.  Dale  Curtiss,  William  Shields  and 
V.  Downing  Dukes  and  William  F.  Gregson. 
For  the  next  two  days  we  were  kept  busy  ar- 
ranging the  barracks  for  the  Sept.  1  9th  draft. 
We  had  boys  in  this  first  section  of  sixteen  men 
who  were  capable  of  drawing  a  lead  pencil  but 
when  it  came  to  drawing  a  car  load  of  straw 
and  a  car  load  of  steel  cots,  there  was  quite  an 
argument  as  to  the  advisability  of  hiring  a 
truck.  However  no  one  had  the  nerve  to 
make  the  suggestion  to  Lieutenant  Curtiss  until 
our  pet  military  college  graduate  Montgomery 
T.  Parsons  volunteered  to  take  the  matter  up 
through  military  channels.  Lieutenant  Curtiss 
told  him  that  it  would  not  be  advisable,  as  the 
matter  was  not  covered  by  the  drill  regulations. 
So  a  detail  was  formed  and  we  carried  the  two 
car  load  lots  on  our  backs  in  true  military 
style. 

By  Sept.  19th  the  men  of  the  first  five  per 
cent  considered  themselves  veterans  in  the  old 
army  game  and  were  all  set  to  receive  the 
"rookies"  as  they  called  them.      Between  the 


19th  and  the  22nd,  one  hundred  and  eighteen 
men  were  assigned  to  our  battery. 

Most  of  the  men  who  came  to  camp  in  the 
first  draft  were  filled  with  the  "Spirit  of  '76"; 
a  few  were  filled  with  spirit  of  a  most  ardent 


Capt.  Cecil  A.  Prazier 

nature  but  more  recent  date.  All  of  course 
v^rere  dressed  in  civilian  clothes;  and  what  a 
wonderful  picture  they  presented  as  they  made 
their  entrance  into  Uncle  Sam's  service — men 
of  every  shade  of  political  opinion,  and  every 
class  of  society  and  yet  they  all  met  on  com- 
mon ground  with  the  same  object  in  view,  and 
that  object  the  subjection  of  a  common  foe. 
They  were  all  imbued  with  patriotic  fervor, 
but  had  a  very  hazy  idea  as  to  who  was  who 
and  ^yhat  was  what  in  the  army.  The  burning 
question  of  the  hour  seemed  to  be,  "Must  we 
salute-the  sergeant  or  not?"  and  everyone  was 
afraid  to  ask  him.  The  difficulty  experienced 
by  all  rookies  in  recognizing  officers  and  their 
proper  rank  was  clearly  shown  by  Private 
Doyle's  experience.  He  had  just  discovered 
that  the  top-kick  is  a  being  of  importance  in  the 
Battery  and  had  heard  him  asking  if  anyone 
had  seen  the  Colonel.  Shortly  afterward  he 
heard  the  Colonel  asking  for  the  first  sergeant 
and  Private  Doyle  said  "Yes.  He's  in  the 
barracks  and  you  had  better  get  a  hustle  on 
for  he  has  been  looking  for  you  and  will  give 

you  H for  keeping  him  waitingi" 

At  this  time  the  wash  rooms  and  shower 
baths  were  not  complete,  consequently  shaving 
done  in  the  early  morning  with  cold  water, 
baths  taken   in   a  nearby  stream   where  there 


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were  six  inches  of  water  and  twelve  of  mud, 
and  daily  pilgrimages  round  the  barracks  po- 
licing up  scrap  lumber  and  other  building 
refuse  are  happenings  which  always  live  in  the 
memories  of  those  men  whose  privilege  it  was 
to  be  at  camp  in  the  early  days  of  its  history. 
As  civilians  we  had  always  imagined  that 
artillery  was  intimately  associated  with  horses 
and  guns,  but  to  our  surprise  we  found  these 
were  conspicuous  for  their  absence.  Captain 
Frazier   evidently  had  the  same  ideas  that  we 


Pirst   Iiieut.   Dale   CiirtisB 

had  on  the  subject,  and  set  out  to  remedy  the 
deficiency  to  the  best  of  his  ability.  He  man- 
aged to  get  the  loan  of  an  ancient  member  of 
the  equine  family  and  the  1917  class  in 
"Horseology"  was  formed,  under  Lieutenant 
Shields.  The  class  was  intensely  interested  in 
horses,,  as  some  of  the  questions  proved.  Pri- 
vate Doyle  was  very  anxious  to  know  which 
was  the  horse's  head,  as  his  father  was  in  the 
livery  business  and  had  advised  him  to  become 
a  stable  sergeant  in  the  army  after  learning 
all  the  parts  of  the  horse.  Private  Daw,  being 
greatly  interested  in  the  general  appearance 
of  the  genus  equus,  asked  how  the  horse  kept 
himself  clean.  A  little  later  he  was  introduced 
to  a  currycomb  and  brush  and  found  the 
answer.  Day  by  day  the  horse  lectures  con- 
tinued and  we  gradually  became  full-fledged 
horsemen,  as  far  as  pictures  and  the  drill  regu- 
lations would  permit. 

When  it  came  to  the  matter  of  guns,  it  was 
a  different  case.  We  were  unable  to  beg,  bor- 
row or  steal  anything  that  even  looked  like  a 
gun;  but,  between  the  competence  of  our  offi- 
cers and  the  policing  ability  of  the  men,  we 
constructed  some  rare  and  beautiful  fixtures 
which  took  the  place  of  the  3-inch  guns  on 
which  we  were  supposed  to  drill.  The  great- 
est problem  of  the  intelligent  young  cannon- 
eers, Lieutenant  Dukes  found,  was  to  "Call 
off"  correctly;  and,  when  it  came  to  changing 
posts,  the  result  reminded  one  of  a  mob  of 
grasshoppers  gone  crazy  with  the  heat.  Dur- 
ing the  change-post  exercise,  many  arguments 
took  place  between  Privates  Lucker  and  Giftop- 
olus,  the  latter  would  insist  that  the  number 
following  five  was  four.     However  Lucker  was 


very  accommodating  and  after  a  short  while 
assumed  the  attitude  of  a  frog  just  about  to 
jump,  so  that  if  he  saw  a  vacant  post  he  was 
always  ready  to  hop  into  it. 

After  "picture  horse"  lectures,  "tar  paper" 
gun  drills,  squads  right  and  squads  left,  our 
athletic  officer.  Lieutenant  Dukes,  known  as 
the  fastest  walker  in  the  battery,  decided  that 
some  four  or  five  mile  hikes  would  be  bene- 
ficial to  our  brain  development;  and  after  one 
of  these  each  afternoon,  we  called  it  a  day — 
unless  new  recruits  came  in.  In  this  event  we 
were  entertained  by  the  Captain,  who  read  us 
a  few  selections  from  that  surprising  book 
known  to  all  soldiers  as  "Such  penalty  as  a 
Court  Martial  may  direct." 

When  we  came  to  camp  we  found  that 
Guard  Duty  was  being  done  by  a  detachment 
of  the  32nd  National  Guard.  Their  removal 
to  a  southern  camp  made  it  necessary  for  the 
recruits  to  take  up  guard  duty  and  being  the 
best  posted  officer  on  the  subject.  Lieutenant 
Curtiss  was  assigned  the  task  of  making  us 
familiar  with  the  manual  of  interior  guard 
duty.  We  w^ell  remember  going  out  on  the 
parade  ground  to  practice  on  various  piles  of 
scrap  lumber.  After  each  man  had  proved  his 
ability  to  recite  the  general  orders  correctly, 
we  were  put  on  regular  guard  duty. 

One  night  Lieutenant  Curtiss  was  inspecting 
the  guard  as  Officer  of  the  Day  and  was  com- 
manded to  halt  by  Private  Colacicco — "Colly" 
of  subsequent  wind-jamming  fame.  Lieuten- 
ant Curtiss  halted,  expecting  the  regulation 
question  "Who  is  there?"  but  it  did  not  come. 
Instead  he  was  commanded  to  halt  a  second 
time.  Thinking  Colacicco  was  just  nervous, 
he  attempted  to  prompt  him  by  asking  "Well, 
what  comes  next?"  Like  a  flash  came  the 
answer,  "1  will  call  halt  the  third  time  and 
then  fire."  Needless  to  say,  Lieut.  Curtiss  was 
very  glad  he  butted  in  when  he  did  without 
waiting  for  developments. 

About  this  time  we  were  assigned  to  our 
new  barracks  at  the  extreme  western  edge  of 
camp  and,  as  they  were  not  quite  ready  for 
occupancy,  we  sent  out  a  detail  to  guard  them 

each  night.      After  a  few  nights every  one  of 

which  was  wet — we  came  to  the  conclusion 
that  altho  it  was  called  "interior  guard  duty" 
it  was  done  very  much  outdoors.  During  our 
period  of  guard  duty  at  the  new  barracks  it 
was  orders  to  challenge  all  civilians  in  order  to 
locate  any  booze  they  might  be  bringing  into 
camp — as  we  did  not  wish  them  to  drink  it  all 
themselves.  At  least  that  was  the  way  Private 
May  looked  at  it  when  he  rounded  up  a  civil- 
ian carpenter  who  was  bringing  in  two  quarts 
of  the  "very  best."  May  thought  it  would 
come  in  very  nice  for  the  use  of  the  guards. 
But  Acting  Corporal  Price  convinced  the  act- 
ing sergeant  of  the  guard — Gustafson — that 
the  only  thing  we  dare  do  was  test  the  quality 
by  a  deep  inhalation  and  turn  it  over  to  the 
Captain,  as  we  were  told  that  the  Medical 
Dept.   had  use  for  the  same.      Just  then  a  call 


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came  in,  "Corporal  of  the  Guard,  Post  No.  9." 
At  double  time  Dickey  and  Price  made  their 
way  to  the  aforesaid  post  and  were  just  in  time 
to  rescue  Private  Sullivan  from  one  of  the 
many  latrine  excavations  located  around  the 
barracks.  When  questioned  as  to  what  he  was 
doing  down  there,  "Sully"  explained  that  he 
was  taking  charge  of  his  post  and  all  govern- 
ment property  in  view  and,  as  the  bottom  of 
the  hole  was  not  in  view,  he  was  investigating. 
At  last  Private  Sullivan  was  walking  his  post 
in  a  military  manner  and,  in  the  stillness  of 
the  night,  we  overheard  the  Officer  of  the  Day 
asking  the  sentry  on  post  No.  8  if  he  "had" 
his  general  orders.  If  you  remember  Private 
Reading — and  we  all  do — you  will  not  be  sur- 
prised to  learn  that  he  took  them  from  his 
pocket  and  handed  them  to  the  O.  D. 

At  last  our  new  home  was  sufficiently  com- 
plete for  us  to  move  into  it  and,  on  October 
30th,  1917,  we  packed  our  belongings  into  our 
blankets  (we  had  not  then  been  introduced  to 
the  haversack)  and  left  419  for  1291.  By 
this  time  we  were  getting  into  the  army  way  of 
doing  things  and  it  did  not  take  us  long  to  set 
up  the  wood  stoves,  which  were  the  source  of 
heat  until  the  steam  plants  were  completed, 
and  get  to  "setting  pretty." 

During  November  our  ordinary  drills  we 
supplemented  by  pick  and  shovel  work  and 
we  gained  considerable  knowledge  as  to  how 
dug-outs  were  constructed.  An  elaborate  sys- 
tem of  defense  work  was  planned  which  in- 
cluded dug-outs  of  sufficient  capacity  to  house 
an  entire  battalion.  But  before  this  was  com- 
pleted— on  one  of  the  coldest  days  in  Decem- 
ber— we  received  an  order  to  draw  from  the 
remount  station  the  horses  needed  to  make  us 
into  a  real  artillery  outfit,  and  (we  thought) 
relieve  us  from  further  infantry  drill.  The  ad- 
vent of  the  horses  gave  some  of  us  who  had 
had  no  previous  experience  with  them  a  chance 
to  practice  the  lessons  we  had  learned  by  heart 
from  Lieutenant  Shields.  That  great  command 
which  will  never  be  forgotten — "Stand  to 
Heel!" — was  given  for  the  first  time.  Private 
Lenhardt  says  he  had  no  chance  to  obey  them, 
as  "Whiskey  Dick"  had  a  drill  regulation  all 
his  own  which  called  for  a  commissioned  offi- 
cer to  handle.  So,  after  Lenhardt  was  picked 
up,  Lieutenant  Clarke  came  to  the  rescue  and 
TOLD  another  man  how  to  groom. 

With  drills  of  various  kinds  to  keep  us  busy, 
the  time  passed  quickly  until  Christmas  was  at 
hand.  Of  course  everyone  was  hoping  that 
he  would  be  lucky  enough  to  get  a  pass  which 
would  enable  him  to  be  with  his  folks  for  the 
festive  season;  and  our  feelings  can  better  be 
imagined  than  described  when  an  order  came 
through  advising  that,  owing  to  the  congestion 
of  the  railroads,  no  passes  over  Christmas 
would  be  allowed.  However,  about  the  time 
everyone  was  beginning  to  feel  desperate,  the 
order  was  changed  making  it  possible  for  twen- 
ty-five per  cent  of  all  organizations  to  be  ab- 
sent  at   one   time.      Then   there  was  a   wildly 


exciting  time  until  we  found  out  who  would  be- 
the  ones  lucky  enough  to  get  the  Christmas 
period.  The  seventy-five  per  cent  who  had  to 
remain  in  camp  were  admirably  fed  up  by  our 
excellent  Mess  Sergeant  Russell  W.  Lally.  Fol- 
lowing is  the  menu  which  he  provided  for  din- 
ner: 

Blue  Points 

Celery             Sweet  Pickles  Nuts             Queen  Olives 

Roast  Turkey 

Sage    Dressing  Cranberry    Sauce 

Candied    Sweet    Potatoes  American    Peas 

Asparagus   Salad  Saltines 

Mince  Pie                Vanilla   Ice  Cream  Cake 

Rolls              Cheese  Butter               Mints 

Cigars  Cigarettes 

After  dinner  we  were  provided  with  music 
by  some  friends  of  his  who  kindly  came  out 
from  Battle  Creek. 

The  next  event  of  importance  was  the 
famous  blizzard  of  January  I  1  th,  1918.  There 
never  was  another  one  like  it  so  far  as  the 
weather  man  was  able  to  find  out.  Snow  fell 
mountain  high  in  places  and  the  thermometer 
dropped  clear  out  of  sight.  Over  in  front  of 
regimental  headquarters  the  little  red  column 
registered  22  below  zero  around  breakfast 
time  and  was  said  to  have  reached  30  during 
the  night.  Wild  rumors  came  in  of  sentries 
frozen  on  posts,  telephone  lines  down,  traffic 
blocked  and  whatnot.  We  were  fairly  com- 
fortable in  barracks — using  everything  from 
shoes  to  raincoats  as  bunk  covers — and  only 


First    Iiieut.    Julian    D.    Sargent 

had  one  scare  when  the  steam  quit  for  thirty 
minutes  or  so  due  to  a  frozen  water  intake. 
Every  once  in  a  while  some  voyager  would  re- 
turn with  whatever  part  of  his  anatomy  had 
been  exposed  frozen  a  bleak  white.  We  ALL 
got  ours  when  it  came  to  watering  and  caring 
for  the  horses. 

It  was  too  cold  for  even  a  blanketed  horse 
to  stick  his  head  out,  so  we  had  to  carry  water 
to  them  in  pails.  Suffering  criminy,  w^hat  a 
job!  The  wind  was  running  wild  and  our  rain- 
coats were  soon  a  mass  of  sheeted  ice.  Our 
gloves  caked  up  and   our   faces  lost  all   sem- 

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blance  of  feeling.  But  we  finally  got  the  brutes 
filled  up  and  went  back  to  sympathize  with  the 
poor  stable  police.  We  will  never  forget  that 
blizzard  as  long  as  we  live.  It  took  days  to 
get  the  snow  shoveled  away  and  longer  than 
that  for  camp  activities  to  get  back  into  ship- 
shape again.  The  only  place  we  could  find  a 
jitney  for  a  day  or  so  was  stalled  somewhere 


along  the  road.  Those  who  were  out  of  camp 
that  night  had  a  large  time  getting  back.  Cap- 
tain Bowen,  for  instance  (he  was  then  acting 
Battery  Commander),  had  a  hard  time  keep- 
ing a  private  A.  W.  O.  L.  of  his  from  looking 
like  desertion.  Some  of  the  boys  on  pass  got 
an  idea  they'd  never  have  a  chance  to  come 
back. 

But  it  all  blew  over  finally  and  then,  as 
Noah  once  remarked,  "The  floods  came." 
Glory  Hallelujah!  what  a  time  we  had  draining 
the  corrals  and  keeping  the  stalls  dry.  We  had 
a  healthy  duck  pond  running  under  the  fence 
between  us  and  "A"  Battery's  corral.  That 
neighbor's  husky  mud  gang  promptly  drained 
it  into  "D"  Battery's  corral  and  they  could  not 
pass  it  on  so  were  literally  flooded  out. 

After  the  floods  came  mud.  The  old  corral 
was  one  of  the  fanciest  seas  of  mud  you  ever 
saw  and  the  entire  camp  was  a  mass  of  sticky 
"goo."  Nothing  short  of  hip  boots  would 
have  ever  kept  our  feet  dry  in  those  days.  But 
the  mud  passed,  as  most  curses  do  in  the 
army,  and  we  soon  found  there  were  other 
things  besides  squads  east  and  west  in  the 
U.  S.  N.  A.  Every  day  we  spent  a  large  part 
of  our  time  at  the  stables  and  after  a  month's 
training  became  expert  "groomers."  Our 
horsemanship  instructor,  Lieut.  Coble,  soon 
convinced  us,  though,  that  we  were  not  artil- 
lery men  until  we  received  our  mounted  in- 
structions. These  had  been  quite  a  joke  in  the 
past  with  wooden  horses  but  after  several  in- 
effective attempts  at  mounting  "Whiskey 
Dick"  and  old  "100"  we  decided  that  the  real 
horses  had  the  joke  on  us.  After  we  learned 
to  stick  on  a  horse  with  the  aid  of  only  a 
blanket  and  surcingle,  we  drew  some  ancient 
harness  and  some  of  the  guns  which  rumor 
said  were  used  by  the  Indians  about  the  year 
1 600.  With  the  aid  of  this  equipment  we 
learned  the  rudiments  of  mounted  drill. 

About  this  time  a  Brigade  School  for  non- 
coms  was  started  and  there  our  battery  stars 
had  their  first  lessons  in  actual  firing.  The 
guns    used    were   American    3-inch    light    field 


pieces,  and  on  a  cold  winter  morning  the  bat- 
tery was  marched  out  to  the  range  to  see  the 
practice.  There  we  heard  for  the  first  time 
the  whistle  of  shells  as  they  passed  through 
the  air — a  sound  which  was  to  become  one 
of  our  most  vivid  memories  after  we  had  been 
"over  there."  Shortly  afterward  these  guns 
were  issued  to  the  regiment  and  we  had  con- 
siderable firing  practice.  We  found  that  on 
account  of  the  ground  being  so  sandy  the  guns 
had  considerable  kick  and  the  gunners  were 
warned  not  to  sit  with  their  eyes  too  close 
to  the  panoramic  sight  when  the  piece  was 
fired.  Corporal  Daw  discovered  that  he  would 
in  the  future  have  to  make  allowances  for  the 
length  of  his  nose  as  he  w^as  put  out  of  busi- 
ness for  a  short  while  through  one  miscal- 
culation. Corporal  Sullivan  also  discovered 
that  it  was  an  easy  matter  to  make  an  error 
of  100  miles  or  so  deflection.  Fortunately  it 
was  only  an  innocent  old  cow  that  he  killed. 
The  observing  party  claimed  that  they  were 
also  in  considerable  danger,  but  if  they  were 
it  was  not  for  long  for  they  "sure  did  run." 
Even  the  Colonel  decided  that  safety  waa  more 
to  be  considered  than  dignity. 

While  we  were  in  Camp  Custer  we  had  two 
division  and  two  brigade  reviews,  in  all  of 
which  Battery  B  showed  up  to  advantage.  We 
were  also  right  in  the  front  when  it  came  to 
sports  and  our  baseball  team,  under  the  able 
leadership  of  Sergeant  Harold  A.  Klees,  always 
gave  a  good  account  of  itself.  The  battery 
had  several  leaders  in  sport  events  and  the  re- 
sults are  shown  in  the  sports  section. 

The  death  of  Arnulf  Gloetsner  while  at  Of- 
ficers' Training  School  was  a  distinct  shock  to 
us  all.  He  was  battery  clerk  previous  to  en- 
tering school  and  during  this  time  endeared 
himself  to  all  in  Battery  B  by  his  courtesy  and 
cheerfulness. 

Several  of  our  old  men  went  to  Officers' 
Training  School  and  of  the  original  sixteen 
only  the  following  men  went  right  through  with 


When  "Col."  Ritter,  of  the  fourth  gun  squad, 
received  the  welcome  news,  on  the  10th  of  No- 
vember, that  the  firing  would  cease  on  the  11th, 
he  exclaimed:  "Gus,  if  we  can  only  manage  to 
duck  those  nasty  G.  I.  cans  for  the  next  twenty- 
four    hours  1" 


us:  1st  Sergeant  Charles  H.  Price,  Sergeants 
W.  A.  Gustafson,  S.  D.  Light,  and  N.  1.  Baiter. 
To  counteract  the  losses  of  non-coms  some  of 
the  privates  were  promoted  and  the  battery 
was  reorganized  by  Captain  Frazier  who  insti- 
tuted classes  and  spent  a  lot  of  time  teaching 
firing  data,  fire  control,  etc. 

Another  distinction  that  Battery  B  can  claim 
is  that  we  were  the  battery  chosen  from  the 
I  60th  F.  A.  Brigade  to  represent  the  artillery 
of  the  85th  Division  in  the  Third  Liberty  Loan 
parade  at  Detroit,  April  6th,   1918. 


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Early  in  February  we  began  working  on  our 
horses — grooming  and  exercising  them — and 
as  soon  as  the  fields  were  dry  enough  for 
mounted  drill  we  got  them  in  fine  shape  and 
were  able  to  make  a  first-rate  showing.  We 
were  drilled  every  day  then  and  after  the 
aforementioned  reviews  were  picked  as  the 
best  drilled  battery  and  the  one  for  the  De- 
troit parade.  We  were  all  pleased  to  get  the 
trip  for  though  it  meant  a  lot  of  work,  it  would 
give  our  friends  in  Detroit  a  chance  to  see 
just  what  sort  of  organization  Battery  B  was. 
By  the  evening  of  April  5  th  the  harness, 
equipment  and  material  had  all  been  cleaned 
and  polished  up  to  army  standard  and  was 
loaded  on  the  cars  near  the  corral.  The  horses 
had  been  groomed  almost  steadily  that  day  and 
couldn't  be  made  to  look  better.  Everyone 
was  interested  and  wanted  things  to  look  their 
very  best. 

We  got  up  at  3:00  o'clock  the  morning  of 
April  6th,  ate  breakfast  and  went  to  the 
stables  where  our  horses  were  rarin'  to  go. 
We  took  them  to  the  remount  loading  plat- 
form and  soon  were  ready  to  go.  We  occu- 
pied seven  cars — three  for  the  stock,  two  flat 
cars  for  material,  one  baggage  car  for  harness, 
etc.,  and  one  passenger  coach  for  the  men. 

We  left  Camp  Custer  at  6:00  a.  m.  and 
arrived  in  Detroit  by  12:00.  By  1  :00  o'clock 
we  had  unloaded,  harnessed,  hitched  in  and 
were  on  our  way  to  Grindley  Field  where  the 
units  were  to  assemble.  At  2:30  p.  m.  the 
parade  moved  out.  Well  forward  the  3  1  0th 
Trench  Mortar  Company  had  a  mortar  mount- 
ed on  a  truck  from  which  they  fired  bombs, 
bursting  them  in  mid-air.  Our  horses  were 
quite  nervous  from  being  in  the  cars  and  in  a 
strange  place  and  the  bursting  bombs  put  the 
acme  of  pep  into  them.  As  our  turn  came  to 
move  out  (we  had  to  pass  through  a  rather 
narrow  opening  to  the  street)  a  carriage  of 
the  second  section  collided  with  a  trolley  pole, 
delaying  the  following  carriages  long  enough 
to  lose  perhaps  two  hundred  yards,  and  when 
we  were  free  to  close  up  we  made  a  dash  down 
Woodward  Avenue  to  beat  any  fire  depart- 
ment. The  sight  of  galloping  horses,  carriages 
bumping  over  the  pavement  and  street  car 
rails  was  enough  to  satisfy  any  expectations  of 
the  crowd  which  lined  the  streets. 

At  Grand  Circus  Park  we  were  reviewed  by 
Major  General  Kennedy  and  "shot"  by  the 
movie  cameras  which  were  everywhere.  The 
parade  went  south  on  Woodward  Avenue  to 
Jefferson  Avenue  and  came  to  a  halt  at  the 
Third  Street  railroad  yards.  Here  we  un- 
hitched and  made  ready  to  go  "home."  Major 
Lothrop  gave  the  order  that  as  soon  as  every- 
thing was  loaded  ready  for  the  return  trip  we 
could  be  dismissed  until  8:30  p.  m.  We 
loaded  all  the  materiel  and  made  it  fast  to 
the  cars  in  eighteen  minutes  which  time  was 
a  record  breaker  we  were  told.  We  won  our 
dismissal  all  right  and  as  the  greater  part  of 
the  boys  lived  in  Detroit  they  had  an  oppor- 


tunity to  eat  dinner  and  spend  a  few  hours  at 
home.  (Some  of  them  didn't  spend  all  their 
time  at  home  apparently.)  We  started  back  at 
9:00  o'clock,  arriving  in  Camp  Custer  at  2:00 
a.  m.  Before  we  could  sleep  we  had  to  un- 
load and  care  for  the  horses,  so  were  a  tired 
lot  of  men  when  we  were  dismissed  at  the 
barracks. 

There    wasn't   a    blunder   made   during   the 


Xiieut.  Charles  P.  Ackert 

whole  trip  and  we  were  complimented  by  sev- 
eral of  the  brigade  officers  for  the  snap  and 
military  bearing  which   the  men  displayed. 

Along  in  June  came  a  new  bunch  of  men 
and  from  these  recruits  our  battery  was  filled 
to  war  strength.  The  process  of  assimilation 
was  most  easy  and  rapid  by  this  time  and  the 
new  men  were  regular  soldiers  by  the  middle 
of  July.  On  the  1  6th  we  lined  up  in  front  of 
old  1291  for  the  last  time,  slung  packs  and 
hiked  off  down  the  muddy  road.  Naturally 
it  was  raining.  We  entrained  down  below  the 
remount  station  and  just  before  noon  slid 
silently  out  of  the  camp  which  had  come  to  be 
such  a  home  to  us.  (We  didn't  realize  how 
much  of  a  home  it  had  been  until  we  hit 
France. )  This  was  an  excellent  trip  in  spite 
of  the  three-to-a-seat  regulation.  The  Red 
Cross  brightened  up  our  trip  at  several  stops 
and  people  along  the  line  waved  good  luck 
and  good-bye.  We  reached  Jersey  City  the 
next  afternoon,  ferried  down  the  river  and 
piled  off  at  Long  Island  City  about  supper 
time.  Had  it  not  been  for  the  Red  Cross  there 
we  would  have  gone  hungry  that  night.  We 
reached  Camp  Mills  rather  late  and  were 
promptly  assigned  to  our  tents.  No  one  can 
tell  how  glad  we  were  to  ditch  those  packs  and 
flop  on  the  cot  springs. 

Among  our  more  vivid  recollections  of  Camp 
Mills  at  that  time  were  the  never-ending  in- 
spections, the  close-order  drills  out  in  the  heat 
and  dust,  the  open  air  showers  and  wash  pens, 
the  merry-go-rounds  of  clothing  issues  and 
most  pleasant  of  all  the  occasional  visits  to 
New   York.      After    ten    days   we    folded    our 


85 


tents  like  the  Arabs  and  silently  moved  out  for 
France.  We  boarded  the  New  Zealand  "Speed 
Merchantman"  Maunganui  at  night  and  the 
next  morning  at  1  1  :00  o'clock  pulled  out  for 
"over  there."  No  tumult  and  no  shouting; 
we  were  just  on  our  way. 

Our  "quarters"  were  a  bunch  of  mess  tables, 
fifteen  feet  long  and  set  perpendicular  to  the 
side  of  the  ship  and  not  over  a  foot  apart.  Six- 
teen men  to  a  table — packs  had  to  go  wherever 
we  could  land  them.  "Reckon  we  just  mess 
here,"  said  one  buck.  "Nope,"  says  another, 
"look  at  the  flock  of  hooks  up  above."  Flock 
was  good.  The  rafters  which  were  new  and 
strong,  by  necessity  it  turned  out,  entertained 
a  literal  forest  of  hooks.  They  were  set  fac- 
ing alternate  directions.  You  get  a  canvas 
hammock  as  we  presently  discovered  and  sus- 
pend it  between  two  alternate  hooks.  Every- 
body else  does  the  same  and  pretty  soon  you're 
sardined  in  like  Ring  Lardner's  traveling 
rookie.  You  wonder  how  you're  ever  going 
to  sleep  with  your  head  up  and  your  feet  ditto 
and  two  or  three  heads,  pairs  of  feet  or  bodies 
bumping  into  you  but  you  do  and  don't  mind 
it  after  a  day  or  so. 

That  first  night  out  was  a  wild  one.  First 
thing  we  knew  everybody  was  "doing  it,"  as 
Lieut.  Curtiss  said  when  he  did  his  bit  for  the 
fry.  Down  below,  up  on  deck,  everywhere — 
soldiers  and  officers  with  a  large  misery  in  their 
stomachs  and  a  huge  desire  to  die.  The  British 
cooking  was  hard  for  us  to  swallow  even  after 
we  lost  the  MAL-DE-MER  but  the  bread  and  New 
Zealand  jam  was  wonderful  and  we  made  out 
on  that. 

Max  Corrigan  started  to  "drill"  his  actors 
on  this  trip  who  afterwards  toured  certain  parts 
of  France.  The  show  he  and  some  of  his 
comrades  put  on  on  the  boat  was  much  en- 
joyed by  all.  But  the  thing  we  enjoyed  most 
of  all  on  the  trip  was  the  sight  of  those  old 
torpedo  boat  destroyers  coming  out  to  meet 
us.  When  we  awoke  on  the  morning  of 
August   I  1  th  it  was  so  foggy  we  could  not  see 


HE  AOIMG- 


9  •        '  *" 


but  we  could  distinctly  hear  the  clanging  of 
fog  bells.  Glory  be!  We  were  in  the  harbor 
safe  and  sound  just  below  Liverpool.  Finally 
the  fog  lifted  and  we  got  under  way  again  for 
the  last  stretch  up  to  the  dock.  An  English 
boy  band  played  snappy  Yank  tunes  while  we 
unloaded. 

We  hiked  across  Liverpool  to  the  Central 
Station  and  piled  into  dinky  English  coaches. 
That  was  the  first  look  most  of  us  had  had  at 
compartment  cars.  England's  garden-like 
landscape  was  a  distinct  novelty  to  us  also  as 
we  flew  over  the  ground  to  Southampton.  We 
reached  that  city  about  midnight  and  imme- 
diately set  out  for  the  British  rest  camp  near 
there.  We  needed  rest  when  we  arrived  there 
all  right  but  we  didn't  get  much.  At  2:00 
o'clock  the  next  afternoon  we  were  under  way 
again  for  our  trip  across  the  English  Channel. 
All  along  the  way  women  and  children  came 
out  to  shake  hands  with  us  and  wish  us  God- 
speed. 

After  a  hot,  tiresome  wait  in  the  dock  shed 
we  loaded  on  to  the  U.  S.  S.  Harvard  which 
safely  transported  us  over  the  most  dangerous 
part  of  our  journey.  When  we  looked  out  the 
next  morning  Le  Havre  was  in  sight.  We  un- 
loaded there  and  marched  about  a  dozen  kilos, 
more  or  less,  to  Rest  Camp  No.  I .  This  camp 
was  on  the  highest  point  of  ground  in  the  neigh- 
borhood apparently,  as  we  always  went  up 
and  never  down.  It  certainly  was  some  job 
getting  there  under  full  pack. 

The  following  day  at  about  3:00  o'clock  we 
left  this  camp  and  hiked  back  through  town  to 
the  railroad  station  where  we  loaded  into 
French  box  cars — the  "40  Hommes  or  8  Che- 
vaux"  kind  we'd  read  about.  Running  on 
schedule  seemed  to  be  something  foreign  to 
French  railroads,  hence  a  delay  of  five  hours 
in  starting  worried  them  not  at  all,  but  at  last 
we  were  all  set  (rather  part  sitting  and  part 
standing)  and  left  for  a  training  camp  "Some- 
where in  France."  After  two  days  in  the  cars, 
during  which  time  we  became  most  intimately 
acquainted  with  Corn  Willy  and  canned  toma- 
toes and  learned  how  to  sleep  on  the  install- 
ment plan,  we  arrived  at  a  little  village  in  Brit- 
tany called  Messac.  There  we  were  billeted 
for  the  next  ten  days,  during  which  time  we 
had  our  full  quota  of  close  order  drill.  In  addi- 
tion to  this  there  were  classes  in  signaling,  fire 
control  and  gunnery  which  kept  us  busy  until 
the  time  came  to  go  into  the  artillery  training 
camp  at  Coetquidan.  We  then  made  our  packs 
and  started  hoofing  it  once  more.  That  noon 
we  reached  Maure,  1 3  kilos  distant,  pitched 
pup  tents  and  slept  like  logs  until  morning, 
when  we  started  the  journey  again,  arriving  at 
Camp  Coetquidan  around  noon. 

Upon  arrival  we  were  assigned  to  Napoleonic 
barracks  w^ith  concrete  and  dirt  floors.  The 
first  night  or  two  in  them  were  anything  but 
"downy"  ones.  A  week  or  so  ^vas  spent  in 
continuation  of  the  training  started  at  Messac. 
Then  we  drew  a  battery  of  French   75 's  and 


—  86  — 


our  real  training  began.  We  found  that 
much  of  the  training  received  in  Custer 
was  quite  different  from  the  French  drill 
regulation,  consequently  drills  and  more 
drills  were  the  order  of  the  day.  Twice 
a  ■week  we  went  on  the  range  for  prac- 
tice in  firing  signaling,  fire  control  and 
camouflage. 

September  1  7th,  1918,  will  always  be 
remembered  as  a  red  letter  day  in  this 
period  of  our  training.  The  battery  was 
on  the  range  for  firing  practice  and  No.  1 
gun  had  been  loaded  with  high  explosive 
shell.  The  order  was  given  to  fire.  There 
was  a  queer  flash  at  the  breech  and  im- 
mediately we  sensed  that  something  had 
gone  wrong.  It  seemed  hard  to  grasp 
for  a  second  that  about  two  feet  of 
the  tube — from  the  breech  forward — had 
been  blown  to  smithereens.  But  Corporal 
Webber,  who  was  gunner,  was  lying  on 
the  ground  where  he  had  been  thrown  by 
the  force  of  the  explosion.  Johnson,  who 
was  No.  I ,  was  staggering  away  dazed. 
Investigation  showed  that  fragments  of  the 
tube  had  gone  clear  through  the  caisson  wall, 
tearing  several  holes  in  live  shells.  Noth- 
ing short  of  a  miracle  kept  the  whole  place 
from  blowing  up.  Some  of  the  boys  recall 
most  vividly  the  sight  of  the  torn-free  breech 
block  rolling  back  in  the  dirt.  Chief  of  Sec- 
tion McCarty  hurried  to  Corporal  Webber's 
aid  and  found  he  had  been  but  slightly 
wounded  in  the  arm  by  a  shell  fragment.  John- 
son suffered  nothing  worse  than  a  bruised  leg. 
Thanks  to  "B"  Battery's  guardian  angel,  no 
other  member  of  the  gun  crew  was  injured, 
although  all  of  them  felt  the  force  of  the  ex- 
plosion. Collello  was  No.  2  on  this  gun  crew. 
Beck  was  No.  3,  Steinke  No.  4  and  Thackham 
No.   5. 

Shortly  we  drew  more  horses — not  horses 
like  we  had  in  Custer  but  old  battle-scarred 
veterans.  They  did  not  look  so  nice  but  they 
knew  their  business  which  was  much  more  im- 
portant. 

To  relieve  the  tension  of  training  some  of  the 
boys  used  to  make  occasional  trips  to  Vinegar 
Hill  where  they  partook  of  the  bottled  sunshine 
of  "Sunny  France."  The  night  before  we  went 
out  on  the  range  for  regimental  firing  problem, 
Bustance  went  over  the  hill  and  while  there 
drank  well  but  not  wisely  of  vin  rouge.  He 
was  one  of  the  battery  drivers  and  when  he 
got  back  to  the  barracks  someone  asked  him 
what  he  had  done  with  the  "Finucan  Valves" 
belonging  to  his  harness.  Looking  very  serious, 
Bustance  said  that  they  had  not  been  issued  to 
him.  Following  fluent  advice  he  went  on  a 
search  all  by  himself.  Finally,  after  being 
"finucanned"  all  over  the  regiment,  he  found 
the  Captain  who  asked  him  if  he  was  sick  and 
advised  him  to  go  to  bed. 

While  we  were  here  we  lost  several  of  our 
men  through  sickness.  Corporal  Adams,  Pri- 
vates Kogelshatz  and  Swayne  were  sent  to  the 


Battery  B's   Billets   in   Font-a-Mousson — An   Old  Schoolbouse 

hospital  and  did  not  rejoin  the  battery  before 
we  left  France.  Lieut.  Fuller  Gregson,  who 
was  the  idol  of  Battery  B,  left  us  on  a  transfer 
to  H.  Q.  Company.  Private  Smith  was  sent  to 
the  hospital  and  while  there  died  of  pneumonia. 
Smith  was  well  liked  in  the  battery  and  his 
"Going  West"  was  mourned  by  all  of  us. 

After  eight  weeks'  training  at  Coetquidan 
we  were  in  shape  for  the  front.  "B"  Battery, 
incidentally,  did  its  full  share  to  help  the  329th 
make  the  best  qualification  record  of  any 
American  regiment  up  to  that  time.  On  Octo- 
ber 22nd,  having  loaded  everything  on  the 
caissons  and  escort  vsragons,  vfe  marched  to 
Guer,  transferred  the  material  to  flat  cars  and 
stowed  ourselves  in  side-door  Pullmans  for  an- 
other two-day  trip.  On  October  24th  we  ar- 
rived at  Andelot  and  hiked  to  Manois,  where 
we  stayed  four  days.  It  was  here  that  Mess 
Sergeant  Bill  Holzer  sent  out  his  most  famous 
wood  detail.  They  came  back  with  a  skinny 
apple  tree  which  subsequently  cost  us  fifty 
francs  and  beaucoup  explaining  to  an  irate 
Frenchman. 

Next  we  marched  to  Rimaucort  v*rhere  we 
entrained  for  Domgermain.  We  arrived  there 
late  at  night  and  considered  ourselves  lucky  to 
find  some  empty  sand  bags  on  which  to  sleep. 
The  following  night  we  witnessed  an  attempted 
air  raid  on  the  hospitals  near  Domgermain. 
After  several  attempts  Jerry's  planes  were 
driven  off.  While  here  we  drew  another  gun 
to  take  the  place  of  the  one  destroyed  by  the 
explosion.  A  big  British  Handley  Page  which 
alighted  near  there  for  gasoline  was  the  sub- 
ject of  much  curious  gaze. 

We  left  Domgermain  in  the  afternoon  and 
that  was  the  last  hike  we  took  in  daylight  until 
the  armistice  w^as  signed.  After  passing 
through  Toul  we  struck  the  main  highway 
leading  to  the  front.  Darkness  fell  and  w^e 
were  still  hiking.  We  now  began  to  hear  the 
rumble  of  big  guns  in  the  distance  and  could 
see  flashes  of  light  away  on  the  horizon.  After 
many  weary  hours  of  marching  we  turned  off 
the  main  road  to  the  left  and  were  just  able  to 
make  out  the  word  Lagney  on  the  signboard. 
This  was  our  last  night  in  an  inhabited   town 


—  87 


before  reaching  the  front.  We  were  so  foot- 
sore and  weary  that  we  were  mighty  glad  of 
a  night's  rest,  be  it  in  a  barn  or  house,  on  a 
bed  or  on  the  floor.  Lights  were  now  added  to 
the  already  long  list  of  things  we  had  to  do 
without  as  they  might  assist  the  enemy  in  locat- 
ing us.  The  next  evening  we  continued  our 
march  after  a  very  hasty  supper. 

The  road  from  now  on  was  packed  with  a 
constant  steam  of  trucks,  autos  and  am- 
bulances going  to  and  from  the  front.  Along 
side  the  road  was  a  narrow-gauge  railroad  for 


"The  Horse  is  a  Tonr-IieggeS.  Animal" 

carrying  ammunition  up  to  the  lines.  On  and 
on  we  marched  through  village  and  hamlet. 
The  night  was  dark  and  we  could  just  make 
out  bare  walls  but  we  were  told  that  they  had 
once  been  villages  before  Hun  shell  fire  w^recked 
them.  Here  and  there  between  the  villages 
we  could  distinguish  camouflage  erected  to 
protect   traffic  from   enemy  observation. 

At  last  the  word  was  passed  down  that  we 
were  to  turn  off  into  a  field.  We  were  warned 
to  look  out  for  shell  holes.  In  this  field  we 
pitched  shelter  tents  and  got  a  few^  hours'  sleep. 
Before  turning  in  we  were  told  that  everything 
would  have  to  be  concealed  in  the  woods  near 
by  before  daylight.  Accordingly  about  4:00 
a.  m.  we  struck  tents,  hitched  in  and  pulled 
the  materiel  into  the  woods  known  as  the 
Bois  de  Mort  Mare. 

This  day  we  had  an  opportunity  to  explore 
a  little  and,  as  the  Germans  had  only  been 
driven  out  of  these  woods  a  short  while  before, 
we  found  many  things  of  interest — dug-outs 
made  of  concrete  and  steel,  ammunition,  nar- 
row-gauge tracks  running  in  all  directions  and 
also  a  number   of  American   graves. 

On  November  2nd  in  the  early  morning. 
Captain  Frazier  and  Corporal  Ackerman 
mounted  their  horses  and  set  out  to  reconnoitre 
for  our  gun  positions.  It  is  needless  to  say  that 
a  thrill  went  through  all  of  us  at  the  news — 
for  we  would  soon  be  taking  an  active  part 
in  the  big  show.  We  were  kept  in  touch  v^'ith 
the  outside  world  by  a  Red  Cross  auto  which 
brought  us  papers  every  day,  such  as  the  Eng- 
lish "Daily  Mail"  and  the  Paris  edition  of  the 
"New  York  Herald."     These  papers  were  dis- 


tributed free  to  the  boys  and  it  was  some  treat 
to  get  them. 

Upon  the  return  of  Captain  Frazier  and 
Corporal  Ackerman  the  order  was  given  for 
four  gun  squads  and  the  battery  commanders' 
detail  to  get  ready  at  once  as  we  were  to  go 
into  position  that  night.  What  a  night  it  was, 
too,  dark  and  damp  and  dreary!  The  ground 
was  just  a  mass  of  greasy  mud  and  it  took  all 
the  strength  of  the  men  as  well  as  the  horses 
to  get  the  guns  and  caissons  out  of  the  woods. 
There  was  Ikey  Klein  joking  as  usual  and 
Bustance  having  a  terrible  time  fixing  his 
horse's  gas  mask.  "Mess  Kit  Mike"  had  all 
his  work  cut  out,  making  his  hands  obey  his 
wishes  and  his  teeth  beat  a  continuous  tattoo. 
The  whole  outfit  was  keyed  up  to  concert  pitch 
and  that  trip  will  live  in  our  memories  as  long 
as  memory  lasts. 

We  passed  through  some  heaps  of  wreck- 
age which  had  once  been  towns  and  here  and 
there  could  detect  evidences  of  human  habita- 
tion from  slivers  of  light  escaping  through 
cracks  in  the  walls.  Finally  w^e  came  to  the 
ruined  town  of  Thiaucourt.  We  had  to  stop 
and  turn  around  after  crossing  the  wrong 
bridge  and  were  glad  we  did  as  Jerry  started 
dropping  shells  there  not  1  5  minutes  later.  At 
last  we  were  halted  in  front  of  what  was  to 
be  our  first  gun  position.  As  we  stood  there 
we  heard  a  gas  alarm  and  in  double  quick  time 
had  our  gas  masks  on,  realizing  suddenly  that 
"drill-time"  was  a  thing  of  the  past  and  that 
from  now  on  a  gas  alarm  meant  business.  We 
also  heard  big  boche  shells,  facetiously  known 
as  "G.  1.  Cans,"  whining  by  on  their  way  to 
Thiaucourt,  where  we  had  been  such  a  short 
time  before. 

Unless  a  man  has  done  it  himself  it  is  hard 
to  realize  what  a  difficult  proposition  getting 
a  battery  into  a  new  position  on  a  pitch  black 
night  is.  We  sure  had  our  share  of  difficulties 
but  acting  under  Captain  Frazier's  excellent  in- 
structions, and  Lieutenant  Curtiss'  co-opera- 
tion, we  got  located  in  very  reasonable  time. 
Lieutenant  Goble  gave  his  personal  opinion  of 


Sgt.  Himelhoch  says:  "Our  modest  young 
first  sergeant,  Charles  H.  Price,  claims  that  he 
never  was  an  adept  pupil  of  Isaac  Walton's,  but 
since  seeing  him  fishing  for  that  wrist  watch 
that  he  accidentally  dropped  overboard,  I'm  of 
the  opinion  that  he's  an  expert  at  the  old  game." 


the  war  when  one  of  the  teams  got  tangled  up 
in  a  mass  of  barbed  wire.  It  took  some  time 
to  extricate  them  but  they  were  unhurt  and 
all  the  damage  done  was  a  broken  pole  on 
the  limber. 

Most  of  us  had  a  taste  of  the  sensation  of 
stepping  on  nothing  and  finally  finding  one's 
self  down  in  a  shell  hole  or  at  the  bottom  of 
a  trench.  While  the  guns  were  being  put  into 
position  it  was  quiet  but  just  after  the  horses 


—  88- 


were  sent  back,  both  sides  started  a  barrage. 
At  this  time  Captain  Frazier  with  his  assistants 
were  figuring  firing  data  and  it  was  tough 
sledding  keeping  their  thoughts  on  the  figures 
and  not  on  the  possibility  of  a  Fritzie  shell 
having  their  name  on  it.  The  next  morning 
brought  strange  and  wonderful  tales  to  the  re- 
mainder of  the  battery  stationed  in  the  woods. 
One  of  the  horses  was  reported  to  have  "gone 
west"  either  from  gas,  overwork  or  heart  fail- 
ure. The  firing  battery  was  reported  to  have 
been  badly  gassed  and  various  other  calamities 


A  question  still  unsettled  in  our  minds:  Does 
the  sound  of  (lying  shells  c>->>ate  a  fainting  sen- 
sation?     Ask  Sgt.   Baiter.      He  knows. 


were  presumed  to  have  occurred,  but  for- 
tunately everything  was  O.  K.  By  the  next 
night  the  gun  crews  were  fairly  well  set. 

The  men  who  were  left  in  the  woods  acted 
each  night  as  ammunition  carriers — under  the 
command  of  Lieutenant  Goble — and  several 
times  came  closer  _  to  bursting  shells  than  was 
calculated  to  be  good  for  the  health.  Night 
after  night  the  ammunition  detail  came  up  to 
the  guns  and  were  never  heard  to  complain 
but  they  were  sure  glad  to  get  back  to  Bouillion- 
ville  where  they  had  moved  from  the  woods. 
Every  day  Corporal  Tripp  or  Corporal  Eag- 
ling  guided  up  such  men  as  were  needed  at 
the  guns — camouflage  men,  telephone  men, 
etc.  Every  afternoon  Fritz  would  start  put- 
ting over  shells  (mostly  gas)  and  frequently 
our  meals  were  interrupted  by  gas  alarms. 
The  part  we  played  at  this  position  was  largely 
a  waiting  game  which  was  a  great  deal  harder 
than  being  actually  engaged  in  firing,  especial- 
ly with  big  shells  coming  over  from  a  distance 
out  of  our  range. 

The  gas  was  the  worst  thing  we  had  to  con- 
tend with  and  at  first  we  were  all  very  careful 
to  get  our  masks  on  at  the  first  hint  of  it. 
Tommy  Dale  well  remembers  the  rainy  day 
when  he  sat  down  by  an  open  can  of  carbide, 
put  on  his  gas  mask  and  kept  it  on  for  an 
hour,  thinking  that  acetylene  gas  was  chlorine. 
About  the  softest  job  was  Sergeant  Ed. 
Davey's.  Why,  ALL  he  had  to  do  was  keep  the 
blooming  gas  away  and  see  that  there  were 
guards  out  day  and  night.  Those  guards  of 
Ed's  were  so  darned  good  that  we  used  to 
sleep  with  our  gas  masks  on — sometimes. 

At  this  time  Dreyfus,  Watling,  "Pansy" 
Burns,  Nowlen  and  the  ex-Mayor  of  Jonesville, 
Deal,  were  on  detached  service  doing  telephone 
work  at  the  first  battalion  headquarters.  Chas. 
Herman's  first  night  at  the  valley  was  a  corker. 
We  were  all  in  our  bunks  in  an  old  German 
bunk-house  half  way  up  the  hill.  The  big 
guns  were  sending  over  occasional  messages 
to  Fritz,  each  time  shaking  the  hill.  Herman 
was  a  little  nervous  but  as  the  messages  were 


going  not  coming,  he  felt  reasonably  safe,  until 
Fritz  began  to  return  the  compliment.  We 
would  lie  there  and  listen  to  them  whiz  over 
our  heads — a-t  e-a-s-e — Rest !  Soon  they  be- 
gan to  strike  closer  and  one  hit  just  near 
enough  to  throw  gravel  over  our  roof.  Her- 
man sat  up  quickly  and  bang!  his  head  and 
the  ceiling  met.  Herm  was  determined  to 
move  out  but  we  finally  persuaded  him  to  stay 
in  our  hotel  a  while  longer. 

There  is  a  story  told  of  Sergeant  Nate  Bai- 
ter that  he  was  given  to  making  the  following 
remarks  (kindly  take  into  consideration  that 
anything  like  a  protracted  period  of  work  al- 
ways rests  heavily  on  Nate's  mind,  making 
him  not  exactly  responsible  for  what  he  said)  : 
"By  golly,  1  don't  want  this  job.  Never 
wanted  to  be  sergeant.  Going  to  get  the  Cap- 
tain to  bust  me,"  etc,,  etc.  Ritter  took  on 
some  sort  of  commanding  status,  for  as  the 
shells  began  to  drop  around  his  piece  he  would 
say,  "All  right,  boys,  two  steps  to  the  left, 
for  they  will  change  their  deflection  that  much 
on  the  next  shot."    And  everyone  would  obey 


Ask  the  "Rag  Sarge,"  Sid  Light,  if  he  really 
saw  the  statue  of  Joan  d'Arc  on  the  hill  at 
Pont-a-Mousson?  His  sister  disagrees  with  him, 
undoubtedly. 


him  even  to  Lieutenant  Curtiss.  Also  as  they 
were  digging  their  gun  in  all  were  cheered  by 
Rit's  pleasant  remarks,  "It's  all  for  our  own 
good,  boys."  And  the  picks  and  shovels 
would  move  faster  than  ever.  Ah  I  here  comes 
a  little  German  up  the  valley.  No,  we  are 
wrong;  it  is  only  a  pair  of  German  boots  with 
"Shorty"  Kobel  in  them.  Andie  Neubecker 
with  his  faithful  assistants,  Withey,  Hamel  and 
Westrom,  sure  gave  us  some  good  meals  con- 
sidering the  difficulties  under  which  they 
worked.  The  machine  gun  crews,  under  Cor- 
porals Manchester  and  Barrett  were  active  most 
of  the  time  and  fired  on  several  enemy  air- 
craft. 

Slippery  "Whitey"  Larkins  entirely  on  his 
own  policed  up  a  German  machine  gun  and 
fired  on  an  American  plane  luckily  without 
damage.  This  same  Whitey  was  the  bug  who 
found  a  boche  77  and  came  back  for  a  team 
of  horses  to  bring  it  in. 

We  almost  neglected  to  state  that  it  was 
Gustafson's  gun  crew,  on  No.  4,  that  fired  the 
first  seventy-fiver   for   B. 

It  was  Thursday  night  when  old  Battery  B 
put  over  a  nice  little  barrage,  and  it  sure  did 
look  pretty — the  flash  of  the  guns  in  the  dusk 
of  twilight,  the  hurrying  figures,  the  firing 
punch.  Just  after  this  our  horses  arrived — 
escorted  by  the  best  bunch  of  drivers  who  ever 
drew  rein  and  the  battery  started  moving  to  its 
second  position.  As  we  crossed  the  bridge 
at  Thiaucourt  Jerry  put  one  over  and  a  frag- 
ment struck  Larson  in  the  knee.      He  was  in 


—  89 


COMFORTS  for  SOIDIERS 

InventeJ  6y  MT.DOME 


POACTICAU   FOLDING   ONE-MAN 
TABIC -COPIED    FROM    NEW 
ZEALAND    SOVeBNmENT    BY 

Bill  o.  pare 


SuCOeSTED   3V  I.M.TYREO  SOLves    THE 

PRORUEM    OF     THE    65    LB,    PACK 


ScBOCANT     r.C.  POORLEV 

First   oseo   this'aebo- 

GLASS"EFFCCTIVEI-V-  PWNf  < 
MAY     BE    CETECTED    AS 
FAR    AS     30  FEET. 


AUTOMATIC  'salute  r" 
—  RENDERS    PERFECT 
SALUTE     ev  SIMPLY 

PRESSING    Button  — 

Pvt.  e.Z.SLOOTEM  WILL 
CL«OLV     SIVC     TEST- 
IMONIA1.S. 


rj"^        Grooming    armor' —  LT.  R.u.nutTS 

CLAIMS    this    should    be     fNCLUOEt, 
IN     ARTILLERY    SOU/PMENr. 


A  COMBINATION 
*CH0FING-DlSM-l»ON- 

spilling-soup-kit" 

AS   »OUP  PASSES    thru' 
TUBE    (K)  IT  IS  STRAINED 

Ano    cooled 


PROF.     KEEPINSTEP,  THE  AUSTRIAM 
philosopher   finally   Put  this 

"cadence- H066LE*ON  A  PUACTICAI, 
BASIS;  MAKES  THE  RECRUIT  LOOK 
LIKE    AM   OLD     /»BMY    MAN. 


ATTACHABLE  DESK  IMPROVEP  BY 
*VT.  ruLLCR  Dope.  SOLOIER  EASILY 
MErVS  UR   ON    MIS   CORRESPONDENCE 

CvCN  ON  THE  Hike. 


REVEILLE   MECHANICAL  SPEED 
ORESSER-—   PLANS  BYCORP.Upp 

he  claims    it  will  easily  ' 

let   you  make  reveille  from 
The  'march' 


MEETING     THE   EMERGENCY    OF 
TME    FRENCH     BOX-CAR.  CapT  CrowDEM 
saw   the   POSSIBILITY  OF   THe'oPRIOHT 
COT. "HE   NOW    HOLDS    THE    RECORD  OF 
laa    WEN    TO    A     CAR. 


"magnetic- BULLET-RECEPTOPHONE 
Nor  ONLY    PROTECTS  WEARER     OUT 
SANE    BULLET    OFTEN     KILLS    THE 

Foe.  w 


Cut  YOUR   OWN    HAIR  WITH   THIS 
NEW    DEVICE— PATENTED   BY 

u. R  NEKTT—  Cpktba  isauiPMrNr) 

a  Ffahc*     PbsnPAlO. 


—  90  — 


considerable  pain  but  refused  to  go  on  the 
escort  wagon  until  we  were  outside  of  the 
town.  "This  is  not  a  healthy  place  to  stop," 
he  said. 

Our  second  position  was  about  a  kilo  the 
other  side  of  Thiaucourt  and  the  guns  had  to 
be  placed  along  a  road  which  was  in  full  sight 
of  four  enemy  observation  balloons.  All 
around  were  badly  shelled  remnants  of  battery 
positions.  But  here  again  all  went  well  until 
the  horses  had  been  sent  back,  when  bang! 
bang!  bang!  bang!  four  shells  struck  at  regu- 
lar intervals  just  the  other  side  of  the  road 
from  where  our  men  were  busily  engaged  erect- 
ing camouflage  nets  for  the  pieces.  Guisbert, 
who  was  resting  for  a  bit,  received  a  wound  in 
the  neck  from  a  piece  of  shell  which  cut 
through  the  collar  of  his  overcoat.  Had  it 
struck  a  scant  two  inches  further  back  we 
would  have  had  another  game  lad  to  mourn. 
The  same  shell  played  hob  with  Jarosz's  pack 
lying  near. 

Just  in  the  rear  of  the  guns  was  a  ditch 
which  came  in  very  handy  as  a  ducking  place 
when  shells  came  over.  Its  presence  accounted 
for  the  periodic  disappearance  of  several  mem- 
bers of  the  gun  crews.  After  this  the  shells 
did  not  come  so  close  but  could  be  heard 
tearing  the  air  up  all  night.  The  following 
day,  after  digging  in  had  been  completed, 
the  guns  were  adjusted  on  Mont  Plasir 
Farm.  In  the  afternoon  we  received  a  few 
more  messages  from  Fritz  but  no  damage 
was  done.  The  next  days  were  quiet — 
except  for  the  nightly  "serenades"  of  Thia- 
court  where  the  Battery  Commander  and  de- 
tail were  located — and  then  came  the  World's 
Greatest  Event.  Here  is  a  good  place  to  put 
in  the  Gun  squads  and  different  Details  as  they 
were  lined  up  at  the  front. 

First    Gun    Squad Sgt.    Seefeld,     chief    of    section: 

Corp,  Ackerman,  gunner;  Jasper,  No.  I  ;  Finucan, 
No.  2;  Hughson,  No.  3;  Sunday,  No.  4;  Kelly,  No.  5; 
Vickers;    Mackie,    Ckas. 

Second    Gun    Squad Sgt.    Baiter,    chief    of    section: 

Corp.  Sullivan,  gunner;  Little,  No.  1;  Lutton,  No.  2; 
Goldberg,  No.  3;  Frey,  No.  4;  Mackie,  John,  No.  5; 
Steinke;  Moore. 

Third  Gun  Squad Sgt.    McCarty,    chief   of   section; 

Corp.  Reiger,  gunner;  McKinnon,  No.  I  ;  Wilson, 
No.  2;  Sanford,  No.  3;  Nelson,  No.  4;  Saari,  No.  5; 
Sherwood;  Kramer. 


Fourth  Gun  Squad — Sgt.  Gustafson,  chief 
tion;  Corp.  Ritter,  gunner;  Vincent,  No.  1 
mann.  No.  2;  Kennedy,  Roy,  No.  3;  Shelton 
Horton,   No.    5;  Beck. 


Instrument     Detail Ins.    Sgt.     A. 

Larson,    C.    S.    Neithercut. 


R.     Da 


of    sec- 

Rosz- 

No.    4; 

G.    H. 


Zorp.     Manchester, 
.-ewis,    Butler,    Doolen. 


^orp. 


Machine     Gun     Crews- 
Barrett,    Hershberger,    Le 

Telephone  Detail — Tel.  Sgt.  L.  F.  Armstrong,  Corp. 
Se^vard,  Corp.  Herman,  Gorp.  Hartog,  Privates  1  st 
Class  Wooster,  Hall,  Guisbert,  Brinkman,  Coffman, 
Kobe),  Deal,  Watling,  Dreyfus,  Lee,  Dale,  Nowlen, 
Geo.   Burns. 


sec- 
1;  Nan- 
4;    Mc- 


sec- 
No.  2; 
No.    5; 


Reserve    Gun    Squad* 

Fifth  Gun  Squad — Sgt.  Davey,  chief  of  section 
Corp.  Cuinner,  gunner;  Kennedy,  D.  C,  No.  I  ;  Roe, 
No.  2;  Vaughn,  No.  3;  Paavola,  No.  4;  Eisenberg, 
No.    5;  Kotlier;  Creighton. 

Sixth    Gun    Squad Sgt.    Himelhock,    chief    of 

tion;  Corp.  Honsinger,  gunner;  Meyers,  No. 
kervis.  No.  2;  Bruner,  No.  3;  Patrick,  No. 
Causey,    No.    5;  Aseltine;   Chait. 

Seventh    Gun    Squad — Corp.    Sharick,    chief    of 
tion;   Cook,    gunner;  Webber,    No.    I;  Jackson, 
Olmstead,    No.    3;     Lutey,      No.    4;     Ulshafer, 
Steiner;    Calesnik. 

Eighth  Gun  Squad — Pvt.  Scanlon,  chief  of  section; 
McDonald,  gunner;  Johnson,  No.  1;  Kneeland,  No.  2; 
Marble,  No.  3;  Vargo,  No.  4;  Van  Spyker,  No.  5; 
Hawkins;    Travers. 

Can  you  look  back  to  that  memorable  date 
and  hour  and  review  your  thoughts  when  the 
sound  of  the  guns  was  suddenly  stopped  and 
in  its  place  we  heard  the  music  of  the  55  th 
Band,  parading  the  streets  of  Bouillionville? 
Most  of  the  men  thought  of  home,  "perhaps" 
there  were  a  few  up  at  the  guns  who  thought 
more  about  getting  some  hot  water  for  a  shave 
than  anything  else.  Incidentally  hot  water  to 
shave  with  w^as  some  luxury  at  that  stage  of  the 
game.  After  two  weeks  of  getting  up  at  all 
hours  of  the  day  and  night  the  idea  of  a  night's 
sleep  without  interruption  was  hard  to  believe. 
But  on  the  night  of  November  1  1  th  most  of  us 
had  one  whole  night's  sleep.  You  may  believe 
it  or  not,  but  that  night  it  was  hard  to  sleep — 
it  was  so  deathly  still  and  silent. 

About  11:30  p.  m.,  November  12th,  the 
top  sergeant  came  in  with  the  welcome  news 
that  everyone  was  to  turn  out  and  go  up  after 
the  guns.  We  say  welcome  news  because  it 
was  welcomed  by  about  every  cuss  word  in  the 
soldier's  vocabulary,  which  is  quite  extensive 
and  fitting  for  any  and  all  occasions  such  as 
this  one.  The  news  was  received  in  the  same 
good  humor  at  the  guns,  where  most  of  the 
boys  had  found  their  first  good  place  to  sleep 
in  two  weeks.  But  of  course  everyone  turned 
out  and  helped  to  get  the  guns  back  to  the 
echelon.  We  arrived  at  daybreak,  ready  for 
a  nice  little  nap  as  soon  as  we  had  eaten  of 
Sergeant  Holzer's  appetizing  breakfast  which 
was  waiting  for  us.  But  no  such  luck.  We 
were  ordered  to  pack  all  our  possesions  and  be 
ready  to  hike  at  7:30  P.  D.  Q.  Were  we  down- 
hearted ?     No ! 

We  left  Bouillionville  at  the  specified  time 
and  marched  all  day  through  mile  and  miles  of 
fields  that  were  a  maze  of  trenches  and  barbed 
wire — Jerry's  old  fortifications  which  he  had 
once  thought  impregnable  but  which  the 
doughboys  had  taken  in  three  days — and  at 
dusk  of  a  beautiful  day  arrived  at  the  war-torn 
town  of  Pont-a-Mousson  on  the  Moselle  River. 
Here  we  were  to  spend  a  three  months'  stay 
that  none  of  us  will  ever  forget;  for  we  had 
good  billets  in  an  old  school  house  which  had 
been  closed  on  account  of  lack  of  business  and 
too  much  of  Jerry's  artillery. 


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The  first  few  days  were  spent  in  turning  in 
all  the  horses  and  some  of  the  extra  equipment; 
and  from  then  on  we  began  to  prepare  to  go 
HOME — new  clothing,  shoes,  etc.,  were  issued 
and  we  felt  sure  we  w^ould  be  on  our  way  by 
Christmas.  However  we  soon  found  that  get- 
ting home  was  not  the  quickest  and  easiest 
thing  in  the  world.  For  a  time  we  were  dis- 
appointed but  this  soon  disappeared  through 
the  simple  application  of  Squads  East  and 
West  and  equal  parts  of  "Right  five"  and  "100 
metres  more."  Also  occasional  doses  of  road 
hikes  with  packs. 

For  recreation  we  had  but  very  little  at  first 
except  to  sit  in  our  rooms  and  talk  or  write. 
But  soon  the  Y.  W.  C.  A.  arrived  and  the 
Chaplain  established  a  recreation  room  which 
was  a  big  help.  The  Salvation  Army  was 
right  on  the  job  as  usual.  Through  Captain 
Frazier's  efforts,  we  got  hold  of  an  old  riding 
hall  and  were  the  first  to  fix  this  up  for  indoor 
games  of  various  sorts.  Later  we  turned  the 
loft  of  a  stable  adjoining  us  into  a  recreation 
hall.  With  such  activities — and  the  additional 
in  and  out  door  sports  of  hustling  wood — we 
did  not  have  much  time  to  get  homesick.  We 
also  had  the  task  of  helping  police  up  the 
town;  and  it  was  at  Pont-a-Mousson  that  our 
P.  G.  force  first  put  into  effect  the  well  known 
challenge  of  the  A.  E.  F. :  "Halt!  Who's 
tliere?"  Answer:  Friend  with  a  bottle  of 
cognac."  Command:  "Advance,  'friend,' 
and  draw  the  cork."  It  was  here  that  friend 
Sullivan  tried  to  shoot  down  the  moon  in  order 
to  present  it  to  a  fair  mademoiselle  of  his  ac- 
quaintance. It  was  here  also  that  some  of  the 
boys  wore  the  seat  of  their  trousers  shiny  on 
the  local  (it  certainly  wasn't  a  limited)  fire  de- 
partment. 

Max  Corrigan  trotted  out  his  troupe  of 
Royal  Entertainers,  after  the  aforesaid  riding 
hall  was  turned  into  a  Hippodrome,  and 
cinched  the  place  of  Battery  "B's"  theatrical 
troupe  as  one  of  the  best  in  the  A.  E.  F.  Max 
had  been  training  his  charges  ever  since  the 
trip  over,  and  from  Coetquidan  on,  presented 
a  number  of  very  successful  plays  and  special- 
ties, among  them  "A  Night  in  Modern  Min- 
strelsy" and  "The  New  Judge."  Harry  Gold- 
berg, John  Jasper,  D.  C.  Kennedy,  George 
O'Jibway,  John  F.  Scanlan,  Orville  Luft,  John 
A.  Schmitt,  Floyd  Strehl,  "Barney"  Kobel,  Joe 
Fox,  Bernard  Ritter,  and  that  whale  of  a  little 
man,  Jimmie  Donnelly,  were  all  shining  lights. 
Ray  Torrey  made  some  leading  "lady"  and 
Max  himself  starred  as  director  and  performer. 
All  these  boys  deserve  credit  for  their  hard 
work  and  the  "bit"  they  added  to  Battery 
"B's"  fame. 

Perhaps  the  one  event  that  will  linger  long- 
est in  our  minds  was  the  Christmas  celebration 
at  Pont-a-Mousson.  We  were  able  to  secure 
nuts,  apples,  grapes,  cigars  and  cigarettes  to 
give  everyone  a  good  portion,  thanks  to  the 
Captain  and  the  best  little  Mess  Sergeant  of 
them  all.  Bill  Holzer.     The  Chaplain,  Captain 


Bowen  and  Captain  Brady  were  with  us  at  the 
dinner  and  it  was  some  feed.  All  our  officers 
spoke  and  Captain  Brady  sang — we'll  never 
forget  that  song.  Corrigan  ■was  there  again 
with  his  show  troupe,  among  them  Mile.  Fa- 
tima,  and  the  evening  was  altogether  a  happy 
one. 

Shortly  after  this  Captain  Frazier  was  taken 
ill  with  appendicitis  and  was  removed  to  the 
hospital  at  Toul  for  an  operation.  He  came 
up  smiling  in  Battery  "B"  style.  1st  Lieuten- 
ant Sargent  was  B.   C.   during  part  of  his  ab- 


Artillery  Caisson  Son^ 

I 

Over  hill,  over  dale, 

A»  we  hit  the  dutty  trail — 

And  the  caissons  go  rolling  along 

In   an   out,    hear  them  shout, 
Countermarch!  and  Right  about! 

And  those  caissons  go  rolling  along. 

II 

Oh,  it's  Hi!  Hi!  Hee!  for  the  Field  Artilleree! 

Shout  out  your  numbers  loud  and  strong! 
Where'er  you  go — you  will  always  kno«r 

That  the  caissons  are  rolling  along. 
(Shouted)   KEEP  THEM  ROLLING! 

That  the  caissons  are  rolling  along. 
Battery,  HALT! 

Ill 

Through  the  storm,  through  the  night, 
Action   left  and   action   right — 

And  the  caissons  go  rolling  along. 
Limber    front,    limber   rear. 
Prepare    to    mount,    you    cannoneer ! 

And   those    caissons    go    rolling   along. 


sence  and  1  st  Lieutenant  Curtiss  the  rest. 
About  this  time  also,  we  acquired  two  "dove- 
tails" from  Saumur — Sergeant  C.  M.  Eddy, 
formerly  of  the  3 1 0th  Train,  and  Sergeant 
Wm.  R.  Melton,  formerly  of  Battery  "A."  The 
latter  subsequently  became  editor  of  "The 
Barrage." 

After  Christmas  came  the  horses  again;  and 
for  two  weeks  we  stood  to  heel  and  groomed. 
We  even  w^ent  so  far  as  to  give  them  a  bath 
and  a  nocturnal  hair  cut  before  the  memorable 
trip  to  Domgermain  when  we  darned  near 
ruined  them  turning  in  the  guns  and  equip- 
ment. About  February  I  st  a  reliable  report 
came  that  we  were  soon  to  start  for  home. 
Pistols  were  kissed  goodbye,  so  were  the  rub- 
ber boots  and  all  surplus  equipment  was  turned 
in.  The  horses  were  taken  over  for  keeps  to 
the  7th  Division. 

On  February  1  1  th  all  were  aroused  at  an 
extra  early  hour  by  our  old  friend  Colly  playing 
that  does-get-em-up  tune  of  his.  The  night  had 
been  exceptionally  chilly  so  shoes,  overcoat 
and  hat  were  about  all  the  clothes  necessary 
to  put  on.  After  roll  call  a  few  instructions 
were  delivered  which  ran  something  like  this: 
1st.  Fall  out  in  five  minutes  with  mess  kits  for 
breakfast.    2nd.    After  breakfast  make  up  rolls. 


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3rd.  Carry  mattresses  down-stairs,  roll  them 
tight  and  put  in  a  pile  with  the  rest.  4th.  Pull 
fires  and  clean  all  stoves.  5  th.  Clean  up  all 
rooms.      6th.     Fill  canteens  with  WATER. 

Bill's  breakfast  was  an  exceptionally  good 
one  and  the  aforementioned  duties  were  per- 
formed with  a  snap.  We  took  all  the  stoves 
possible  along  with  us,  left  by  truck  for  Drieu- 
lard  and  immediately  set  up  stoves  for  a  long 
ramble  in  the  box  cars.  It  is  reported  that 
"Fat"  Morrish  was  rather  fearful  the  fuel  in 
his  car  would  not  last  out  the  journey.  So, 
after  some  very  careful  investigations  he  lo- 
cates a  car  of  what  he  thought  was  coal.  He 
scrouged  several  bags  of  it — without  a  word 
from  the  M.  P.s  or  the  French  officials — and 
was  not  elated  when  it  turned  out  to  be  stone. 

This  trip  was  the  most  pleasant  one  we  ever 
took  in  box  cars  in  spite  of  snappy  weather; 
and,  after  a  two-day  and  two-night  ride,  we  de- 
trained at  Besse-sur-Braye.  Then  we  learned 
there  was  a  nice  hike  ahead  of  us.  Our  packs 
were  to  be  carried  for  us,  so  we  made  a  long 
roll  of  our  blankets,  horseshoed  them  and 
made  Ecorpain  before  midnight.  Some  of  the 
boys  with  two  suits  of  underwear  on  found  this 
journey  a  trifle  warm.  The  rations  we  had 
brought  along  were  next  distributed  and  we 
were  assigned  to  our  billets — barn  lofts  or  any- 
thing. The  little  village  of  Ecorpain  (called 
by  the  boys  Ache  or  Pain)  is  composed  of 
about  500  souls  and  is  one  of  the  nicest,  clean- 
est little  villages  that  we  were  in  in  France.  It 
is  about  7  kilos  from  St.  Calais  and  38  kilos 
from  Le  Mans. 

We  remained  here  about  five  days,  going 
through  the  usual  routine   of  foot   drills,    etc.. 


Sorry  that  vre  did  not  get  a  picture  of  2nd 
Lieut.  Goble  before  he  left  for  the  A.  of  O. 


under  the  command  of  1  st  Lieutenant  Curtiss. 
Captain  Frazier  had  not  yet  recovered  suffi- 
ciently from  his  operation  to  be  back  with  the 
battery.  Lieutenant  Ackert  made  a  generous 
To^vn  Major  with  the  assistance  of  Sergeant 
"Blackie"  Daw.  Then  we  moved  about  15 
kilos  to  Sarge.  1  st  Lieutenant  Sargent's  con- 
ducting speed  was  just  to  our  liking  on  this 
trip.  Sarge  is  a  rather  sleepy  little  village  lo- 
cated on  a  railroad  and  bisected  by  a  river. 
We  all  had  pretty  fair  billets  here  and  the 
French  people  were  certainly  nice  to  us. 
Thanks  to  Lieutenant  Ackert  a  number  of  the 
men  enjoyed  French  feather  beds.  In  passing 
we  must  not  forget  the  bath  house  which  was 
operated  gratis  by  our  old  friends,  Withey, 
Alabam  Shelton,   and  Charlie  Haight. 

It  was  here  that  our  "Rag"  Sergeant,  Sid 
Light,  the  Saginaw  Kid,  came  perilously  near 
issuing  a  crop  of  cooties  with  some  supplies  he 
got.  Bill's  adoption  of  a  mess  hall  was  free 
and  easy  here  as  we  ate  out  under  the  sunny 


skies  which  generally  rained.  On  Saturday 
March  1st  we  proceeded  to  St.  Calais,  billeted 
there  over  night  and  started  on  with  the  regi- 
ment the  next  morning  for  Nuille-le-Jolais.  We 
passed  everything  on  the  road  this  trip,  making 
the  23  kilos  in  jig  time  and  A- 1  shape.  Hiking 
without  packs  was  very  nearly  a  treat;  Major 
Lothrop  was  in  charge  of  this  whole  trip,  and 
he  sure  made  it  slide  easy. 

We  made  Camp  D'Auvours,  otherwise 
known  as  the  Belgian  Camp,  shortly  after  noon 
and  were  quartered  in  fairly  respectable  bar- 
racks. This  was  the  place  where  we  got  our 
first  taste  of  eating  on  the  fly  (those  four  line 
mess  halls  were  sure  a  wonder)  and  our  first 
glimpse  of  decent  weather.  After  sundry  in- 
spections, we  left  on  the  9  th  for  the  Le  Mans 
entraining  camp,  got  a  cup  of  bon  hot  choco- 
late and  some  cookies  from  the  "Y"  and  en- 
trained in  the  rain  for  Brest.  The  sight  of 
American  box  cars  gave  us  the  idea  that  maybe 
we  could  sleep  once  in  side-door  Pullmans. 
But  5  3  men  to  a  car  brought  on  the  same  old 
nightmare  of  hobnails  in  your  face,  nether  ex- 
tremities over  your  chest  and  weighted  drowsi- 
ness in  your  feet. 

The  day  we  pulled  into  Brest  was  one  of  the 
three  hundred  and  thirty  wet  ones  they  have 
there  every  year,  but  our  spirits  refused  to  be 
dampened  as  we  thought  of  boarding  a  home- 
bound  transport  next  day.  We  did  like  fun. 
We  stacked  our  packs  in  a  long  shed,  went 
through  another  of  those  marvelous  A.  E.  F. 
kitchens  for  some  slum,  etc.,  and  toot  sweet 
set  out  for  a  long  grind  up  the  hill  to  our  last 
overseas  camp.  The  folks  back  home  didn't 
need  to  worry  about  this  camp — it  was  a  Yan- 
kee engineering  feat  par  excellence  when  we 
hit  there  whatever  it  may  have  been  as  French 
mud.  But  it  was  no  rest  camp.  Work  was 
going  on  day  and  night  and  our  battery  fur- 
nished its  full  quota  of  details.  What  with  being 
deloused,  inspected,  rehearsed  for  the  boat 
entree,  etc.,  we  had  no  time  for  homesickness. 

While  at  Camp  Pontanezan  we  were  scared 
out  of  nearly  seven  years'  growth  by  reports 
of  the  things  we  could  not  do  or  say  without 
landing  in  a  labor  battalion.  Rumors  that  we 
should  not  say  anything  against  the  ancient 
order  of  M.  P.s  or  make  slighting  remarks 
about  frogland  were  religiously  respected. 

Finally  after  the  last  pack  inspection  made 
on  the  run  through  the  big  inspecting  mill,  the 
great  day  came  and  we  trudged  silently  down 
to  the  dock — everyone  as  shaved  and  shined 
up  and  happy  as  ■we  could  ever  recollect  hav- 
ing been.  There  had  occurred  however  one 
accident  that  marred  the  occasion  for  all  of  us. 
Our  beloved  little  Irishman,  Jimmie  Donnelly, 
had  broken  his  leg  the  night  before  in  a 
friendly  little  scuffle.  We  hated  to  leave  him 
even  more  than  he  hated  to  stay. 

We  reached  the  dock  before  noon  and 
blessed  the  Red  Cross  again  when  they  handed 
us  some  goodies  and  a  pair  of  wool  socks.   The 


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order  to  load  came  promptly  and  we  marched 
out  in  gangplank  formation,  calling  our  first 
name  and  initial  as  we  stepped  up  to  that 
longed-for  plank.  The  boat  was  only  a  lighter 
but  we  knew  we  were  headed  for  the  Leviathan 
and  there  was  music  in  our  hearts  and  on  the 
dock.  We  boarded  the  greatest  ship  in  the 
world  shortly  before  noon.  We  will  not  at- 
tempt description  of  her  here  as  she  is  to  be 
carefully  "covered"  in  another  section  of  the 
book.  Instead  we  will  take  up  our  duties  on 
the  boat  which  were  many  and  laborious. 
"Army"  (Sergeant  Leighton  F.  Armstrong) 
was  put  in  charge  of  the  Mess  hall  detail.  ("B" 
Battery  was  assigned  the  job  of  dishing  out 
chow  to  the  12,274  men  on  board.)  All  this 
detail  had  to  do  was:  I.  Set  up  all  the  tables. 
2.  Act  as  ushers  and  traffic  cops.  3.  Feed  the 
wounded.  4.  Wash  the  wounded's  dishes.  5. 
Clean  garbage  from  all  tables  after  meals  and 
empty  same.  6.  Wash  all  tables.  7.  Scrub 
their  legs.  8.  Put  tables  away.  9.  Sweep  the 
floor.  1  0.  Mop  the  floor.  1  1 .  Scrub  the  walls 
and  pillars.  1 2.  Keep  the  port-holes  clean. 
1  3.     Do  the  above  to  the  mess  hall  lobby. 

In  addition  we  had  sixty  men  on  the  provi- 
sion detail  working  under  Sergeants  Doyle  and 
Light,  a  bunch  of  "Garbage"  men  under  Ser- 
geant Ed  Davy,  etc.,  etc.  Hark,  we  seem  to 
hear  those  commands:  "Take  it  with  you, 
take  it  with  you!"  "What?"  "The  garbage." 
Or  again,  "Don't  forget  it,  men,  don't 
forget  it."  We  can  see  old  Scanlon  yet, 
running  around  with  his  megaphone  prompt- 
ing the  large  army  on  board  to  take  it 
with  them.  There  is  old  Patrick  standing 
there  directing  Jack  to  his  place  or  Ikey 
Kline  sending  someone  for  candy  on  April 
Fool's  Day.  That  always  smiling,  agreeable, 
little  chap,  Leon  Hall,  held  sway  in  the  lobby, 
assisted  by  Guisbert  from  Gilford,  Shorty 
Kobel,  etc.  "Hot  stuff  coming  through.  Gang- 
way!" By  golly  here  comes  "silent"  Mounds- 
ville  and  his  sidekick  with  another  ton  of  gar- 
bage. In  the  kitchen  Bolsheviki  Lenhardt, 
hardworking  little  Flood  and  Whitey  Meyers 
steaming  industriously  over  the  grub. 

We  went  at  it  all  with  the  old  "B"  Battery 
pep  and  spirit  and  won  new  laurels  for  the 
organization.  The  Captain  of  the  ship  sent  the 
following  report  to  the  Commanding  General: 
"It  is  desired  to  call  attention  to  the  excellent 
manner  in  which  the  messing  arrangements 
have  been  carried  out  by  the  troops  now  on 
board.  The  first  meal  was  handled  better  than 
has  ever  been  done  heretofore,  there  being  no 
confusion  and  the  whole  system  being  appar- 
ently understood  by  everyone  concerned.  The 
successful  way  in  which  this  messing  has  been 
handled  is  due  to  the  ability  and  co-operation 
of  the  Mess  Officer  (Captain  Frazier)   and  his 


assistants.  Please  accept  on  behalf  of  the  ship 
our  appreciation  of  the  strict  attention  to  duty 
and  earnest  co-operation  which  has  brought 
about  this  excellent  result."  By  way  of  infor- 
mation we  might  state  that  we  made  a  new  rec- 
ord on  this  trip,  feeding  11,000  men  in  80 
minutes,  or  a  man  to  every  half  second. 

The  Chief  Steward  spoke  personally  to  our 
men  before  they  left  the  boat  and  gave  them 
the  sort  of  puff  that  makes  any  kind  of  hard 
work  worth  while. 

We  were  less  than  six  days  on  the  trip,  leav- 
ing the  harbor  at  Brest  March  26th  and  arriv- 
ing at  Hoboken  April  2nd  at  1  I  a.  m.  Say, 
folks,  but  that  old  Statue  of  Liberty  did  look 
good!  One  of  the  unfortunate  events  of  the 
voyage  was  that  our  old  friend  the  painter, 
Charlie  Haight,  was  taken  sick  and  had  to  be 
transferred  to  the  hospital. 

"B"  Battery  had  to  stay  on  board  and  clean 
up  the  Mess  Hall  after  the  rest  had  disem- 
barked, hand  out  another  meal  and  then  clean 
up  again,  but  we  finally  came  down  that  old 
gangplank  of  our  dreams  and  marched  up  the 
dock  for  the  L.  1.  Ferry.  At  the  Long  Island 
station  we  got  a  special  train  for  Camp  Mills. 
"Shades  of  the  immortal  Homer,  look  at  the 
cars!"  says  Jay  J.  Deal.  "They're  civilized!" 
Things  did  not  look  familiar  when  we  reached 
Camp  Mills — some  modern  Aladdin  had  trans- 
formed the  sea  of  tents  into  a  city  of  neat  green 
barracks — but  even  the  cots  without  mattresses 
looked  good  there. 

At  4:15  a.  m.  the  next  morning  we  were 
ordered  out  for  another  delousing,  were 
fitted  with  new  clothes  in  spots  and  went  back 
to  a  session  of  liberal  passes,  augmented  chow 
and  the  first  real  rest  we'd  had  in  the  army. 
Nevertheless  we  were  all  hilariously  happy 
when  the  two  weeks  and  a  day  rolled  by  and 
we  wended  our  way  back  to  Custer  and  home 
in  REAL  Pullman  style.  We  were  asked  in 
Camp  Mills  if  we  wanted  to  parade  in  Detroit, 
and  just  so  the  folks  will  know  our  real  reason 
for  refusing  we  want  to  say — it  was  because 
our  love  for  carrying  packs  was  a  thing  of  the 
dim  past. 

But  stay,  we  cannot  "fineesh"  this  history 
without  a  word  or  two  about  old  Dan  Horn- 
beck,  the  demon  battery  clerk.  Dan  went  clear 
through  the  endless  tangle  of  red  tape  and  de- 
tail which  was  the  army  with  less  fuss  and 
furore  than  any  battery  clerk  we  ever  saw.  He 
treated  every  man  alike  and  he  survived  more 
questions  than  Jonah  on  his  return  from  thfi 
whale — always  with  patience  and  cheerful- 
ness.    By  golly,  we  appreciated  Old  Dan,  too ! 

SERGEANT  A.  R.  DAW,  Battery  Editor. 
Assisted  by  Deal,   Price,   Sharick,   Light,   Her- 
man and  Melton. 


94  — 


Do  you  remember  back  so  many  years  ago 
that  first  day  in  September,  you  started  out  to 
school  so  bravely  and  yet  with  so  much  trepi- 
dation? Do  you  remember  how  early  that 
morning  your  mother  carefully  brushed  your 
clothes,  combed  out  the  tousled  shock  of  hair, 
gave  your  necktie  a  loving  little  pat,  and  after 
closely  scrutinizing  you,  softly  kissed  you  on 
the  forehead,  while  tears  started  to  her  eyes  as 
she  realized  her  baby  was  no  longer  here!  He 
was  fast  growing  to  a  man !  Then  you  marched 
so  stiffly  down  the  street  towards  the  little  red 
schoolhouse,  conscious  that  the  eyes  of  the 
whole  town  were  upon  you. 

Such  was  the  feeling  of  Recruits  Berry,  Hew- 
itt, De  Laura,  Vaytao,  Shoemaker,  Stewart, 
Garvalia  and  eight  others,  that  fifth  morning 
in  September,  1917.  They  were  of  the  orig- 
inal five  per  cent  draft,  an  untried  feature  in 
American  history.  Assembling  at  their  re- 
spective local  boards  in  Detroit,  they  were 
transported  to  the  Armory  and  joined  by  about 
1  70  others.  After  having  their  personal  bag- 
gage checked  and  all  arrangements  made  for 
the  trip,  the  entire  bunch  went  over  to  Al 
Smith's  Lunch  Room  on  Cadillac  Square  and 
had  their  last  lunch  as  civilians.  We  have  no 
doubt  but  that  every  single  one  of  them  or- 
dered a  big  portion  of  "ham  and."  Leaving 
there  with  a  band  leading,  the  march  was  con- 
tinued to  Jefferson  Ave.,  thence  west  to  Wood- 
ward and  up  Woodward  to  Elizabeth.  Here 
D.  U.  R.  cars  were  in  readiness  and  after 
boarding  them,  the  boys  ■were  taken  to  the 
Michigan  Central  Station,  which  place  they  left 
at  one  o'clock  sharp,  amid  the  cheers,  good- 
byes, and  God-speeds  of  an  immense  crowd  of 
relatives  and  friends. 

It  would  be  hard  to  describe  the  expressions 
on  the  various  faces  or  to  picture  the  diversity 
of  feelings  among  that  little  band  of  fifteen, 
the  nucleus  of  Battery  C.  What  did  the  future 
hold  for  them?  How  soon  before  they  would 
be  ready  to  send  overseas  to   face  the  Hun? 


5attery  Q 


Would  any  of  them  become  noncoms  or  would 
they  even  aspire  to  a  commission?  Such  ques- 
tions naturally  kept  revolving  in  their  minds 
and  created  that  atmosphere  of  uncertainty 
and  expectancy  which  always  surrounds  any 
untried  venture  or  experience — such  as  is  cre- 
ated by  that  first  day  at  school. 

Arriving  at  Camp  Custer,  then  began  that 
memorable  hike,  with  suit  cases,  grips  and 
other  appendages,  up  the  "Big  Hill."  'Twas 
a  long,  hard  pull  for  most  of  them,  the  day  be- 
ing hot  and  uncomfortable  and  the  baggage 
heavy.  Then  at  the  top  of  the  hill  before  their 
view  lay  the  uncompleted  Custer,  barracks 
under  all  stages  of  construction.  Piles  of  lum- 
ber and  all  kinds  of  building  material  lay 
strewn  around.  It  was  not  an  inspiring  sight 
at  that  time  and  little  did  anyone  dream  that 
ten  months  of  their  lives  would  be  spent  within 
its  limits. 

Upon  reaching  the  receiving  station,  the  en- 
tire crowd  were  steered  thru  the  various  exam- 
inations and  inspections  and  given  the  choice 
of  the  branch  of  service  they  wished.  Natu- 
rally some  chose  artillery  and  representatives 
of  the  various  batteries  were  there  to  pick  out 
their  assigned  number.  Lieutenants  Carrico 
and  Dickie  selected  as  their  recruits  our  orig- 
inal fifteen  who  formed  the  basis  of  Battery 
C.  That  evening  after  being  issued  bed  sacks, 
two  blankets,  tow^els,  soap  and  messkits,  they 
were  marched  up  to  Barracks  399  and  after 
supper  served  by  civilian  cooks,  the  first  night 
was  spent  under  military  rule  as  soldiers  of 
Uncle  Sam's  great  army.  One  of  the  worst 
electrical  storms  of  the  summer  swept  over 
camp  that  night  and  the  new  barracks  rattled 
and  shook  as  tho  the  elements  were  trying  to 
annihilate  both  building  and  occupants. 

The  next  few  days  were  spent  in  getting  ac- 
quainted with  our  officers  thru  means  of  per- 
sonal interviews.  Our  Battery  Commander  was 
Captain  C.  A.  Baxter  and  our  Lieutenants, 
Ackert,    Carrico,    Watts,    Jones    and    Dickie. 


■  95  — 


Battery  "C" — Taken   at   Camp  Mills 


Shortly  after  Lieutenants  Watts  and  Jones  were 
transferred  to  Camp  Green,  and  we  acquired 
Lieutenants  Booth  and  Sheffield  in  their  places. 
Later  Lieutenants  Booth,  Ackert  and  Carrico 
were  taken  from  us  and  Lieutenants  Gay  and 
Casey  ^vere  assigned. 

About  this  time  also,  we  were  "shot."  When 
writing  about  those  "shots  in  the  arm,"  what 
shall  we  say  to  describe  them  adequately! 
With  fiendish  delight  those  medics  jabbed 
long  slender  needles  into  our  tender  flesh  and 
pumped  oodles  of  unknown  mixtures  thru  our 
veins!  Then  we  were  vaccinated  and  very 
soon  both  arms  began  to  ache  and  stiffen  up 
on  us.  Many  were  the  ohs  and  ouches  and 
even  stronger  when  someone  ran  against  an- 
other's arm.  And  it  seemed  that  such  pleas- 
ure was  derived  from  our  tortures  that  the 
operations  were  thrice  repeated.  The  only 
grim  humor  we  could  get  out  of  it  was  the 
thought  that  our  friends  to  follow  would  get 
the  same  treatment.  Misery  loves  company, 
you  know. 


After  clearing  the  decks  for  action,  as  it 
were,  we  were  instructed  in  the  rudiments  of 
foot  drill.  The  step  from  a  raw  recruit  to  a 
finished  soldier  is  a  long  one  and  the  boys  all 
realized  it  was  necessary  for  them  to  be  initi- 
ated into  the  mysteries  of  many  military 
secrets. 

Stocks  of  clothing,  shoes  and  other  neces- 
sary military  apparel  had  not  been  shipped  in 
in  large  enough  quantities  and  many  a  soldier 
wore  parts  of  his  civilian  clothing  for  weeks 
after  his  induction  into  the  army  because  of 
inadequate  supply.  At  first,  our  army  was  a 
nondescript  one  from  a  clothing  point,  be- 
cause of  lack  of  uniformity. 

About  the  fifteenth  of  September,  our  bat- 
tery was  transferred  to  Barracks  4  1  6.  One  can 
imagine  fifteen  fellows  playing  "Pussy  wants  a 
corner,"  in  a  building  built  to  accommodate 
two  hundred.  In  fact  they  were  absolutely  lost 
in  the  big  barracks,  but  not  for  long,  as,  on 
Sept.  1  9  and  20,  they  were  joined  by  sixty  new 
men.     From  then  on  hard  work  was  the  sched- 


More    of   Battery    "C" — Fhoto    Taken    at   Same    Time. 
—  96  — 


ule.  Drilling,  building  roads  and  assisting  in 
clearing  up  the  camp  was  the  order  of  the  day. 

Guard  mount  was  a  most  amusing  spectacle 
at  first.  Hardly  any  of  the  recruits  had  even 
heard  of  such  a  thing  and  many  are  the  com- 
ical incidents  told.  There  were  fourteen  posts 
widely  scattered.  Every  battery  had  its  turn 
at  standing  guard  and  Battery  C  generally 
drew  a  rainy,  disagreeable  day.  The  ground 
was  in  especially  bad  condition  and  one  day 
while  Dibble  and  Smith  were  on  guard,  they 
fell  in  a  big  bog  hole,  getting  soaked  from 
head  to  foot  and  plastered  with  mud.  And  it 
would  take  some  hole  to  cover  big  Smitty ! 

Guarding  the  electric  railway  station  was  a 
soft,  easy  job!  All  one  had  to  do  was  to  search 
every  inbound  person  for  whiskey  or  liquor  of 
any  kind.  Some  bootleggers  were  caught,  but 
we  have  our  doubts  if  much  evidence  ever 
reached  the  guardhouse. 

On  October  3  1 ,  forty-four  of  our  men  were 
transferred  to  Waco,  Texas,  to  join  regiments 
there  that  were  training  for  immediate  over- 
seas service.  This  left  only  about  thirty  men 
to  carry  on  all  the  work.  As  there  were  no 
stables  connected  with  416,  it  was  again  neces- 
sary on  Nov.  1st  to  move  to  1290,  a  distance 
of  about  two  miles.  Then  it  took  time  to  get 
comfortably  located  and  settled,  and  much  the 
same  work  of  clearing  the  surrounding  grounds 
had  to  be  done  over  again.  Preparatory  to  re- 
ceiving horses,  the  stables  and  corrals  had  to 
be  arranged  and  gotten  in  order.  In  the  mean- 
time another  bunch  of  recruits  joined  us  Nov. 
19  and  20,  and  we  greatly  welcomed  their 
presence,  as  we  knew  they  would  relieve  us  of 
much  K.  P.  work  and  other  arduous  duties. 

Thanksgiving  Day  was  a  day  of  big  feasts, 
real  turkey,  cranberries — an'  everything.  The 
meals  served  were  a  reminder  of  home,  be- 
cause of  quantity  and  also  quality.  The  day 
was  mostly  spent  in  resting.  Our  dining  room 
had  been  newly  painted  and  with  appropriate 
decorations  presented  a  festive  appearance. 
A  number  of  civilian  visitors  helped  us  to  cele- 
brate. 

On  December  1 2,  the  long-looked-for 
horses  arrived,  a  sort  of  advance  Christmas 
present.  And  they  were  beauties,  too,  1  64  of 
the  wildest,  head  shy,  hard  kicking  and  sharp 
biting,  four-legged  animals  that  ever  graced 
(or  rather  disgraced)  the  name  of  horse.  To 
say  the  least,  we  had  our  hands  full.  Then 
work  in  earnest  began  and  a  certain  amount  of 
fun  too,  that  is  watching  the  other  fellow  hav- 
ing troubles  with  his  pair.  Did  you  ever,  when 
you  were  stable  police,  stick  your  head  inside 
the  stable  door,  and  rattle  a  can  of  oats?  In- 
stantly pandemonium  reigns.  It  was  worth 
a  persons'  life  to  feed  those  hungry  brutes  at 
four  o'clock  of  a  winter's  morning.  One  would 
imagine,  to  hear  such  a  bedlam  of  noise,  that 
they  had  not  been  fed  for  weeks,  instead  of 
the  night  before.  We  often  tried  to  solve  the 
secret  of  sneaking  up  on  'em  in  the  dark,  but  it 
still  remains  a  mystery. 


What  a  delight  it  was  to  plough  thru  snow 
waist  high  in  places,  over  to  the  stables  to  feed 
and  water  our  pets!  Do  you  remember  how 
everyone  ran  to  get  the  job  of  breaking  the  ice 
in  the  watering  trough?  And  after  feeding 
had  been  properly  looked  after,  what  a  regular 
grooming  by  detail  they  got!  Then  came  har- 
nessing and  saddling.  What  an  occupation  for 
a  bunch  of  ex-chauffeurs,  machinists,  and 
others,  who  knew  not  a  hame  strap  from  a  hay 
rake  or  the  near  from  the  off  horse!  Still  our 
officers  took  kindly  to  us  raw  recruits  and  soon 
had  us  fashioned  after  a  shape  into  drivers. 
Practice  makes  perfect  and  so  by  working 
every  day  at  these  things  we  began  to  grasp 
their  meaning  and  use  with  intelligence. 


Capt.    Curtiss    A.    Baxter 

Some  of  the  boys  thought  they  were  regular 
cowboys  and  bronco  busters  and  volunteered 
to  break  the  ponies.  They  soon  found  to  their 
sorrow  that  it  was  more  difficult  to  stick  on 
than  they  had  imagined.  Many  times  they 
found  themselves  catapulting  thru  the  air  and 
generally  landed  head  first  in  a  deep  snow 
bank.  Another  aggravating  thing  was  that 
when  someone  did  get  a  horse  nicely  broken  it 
was  picked  off  by  some  noncom  or  lieutenant 
for  his  own  personal  use. 

In  the  meantime,  it  snowed.  Will  we  ever 
forget  the  quantity  of  beautiful,  white,  feathery 
substance  which  fell  the  winter  of  I  9  I  7- 1  9  I  8  ? 
Seemed  as  tho  it  would  never  stop  falling.  We 
would  no  sooner  get  several  miles  of  road 
shoveled  when  down  another  storm  would 
sweep  upon  us,  until  along  every  road  moun- 
tedns   of   shoveled   snow   lay   in   heaps.      That 


•  97  — 


little  gully  leading  to  the  stables  was  full  to  the 
brim  each  morning. 

And  then  the  coal  pile!  Did  any  boilers 
ever  consume  so  much  coal  as  those  we  fed 
last  winter?  Why  we  just  jumped  from  one 
job  to  another,  shovel  snow  one  day,  coal  the 
next,  stable  police,  then  kitchen  police,  after- 
wards guard  (oh,  those  terrible  22  below  zero 
days  on  which  to  walk  a  post)  and  between 
times  in  our  spare  moments,  we  drilled  and 
drilled  and  physical  cultured  and  went  to  vari- 
ous specialty  schools. 

Soon  rumors  began  to  ooze  around  that 
there  w^ould  be  Christmas  passes,  to  be  contra- 
dicted by  others  that  no  one  would  be  allowed 
out  of  camp.  Christmas  approached  with  a 
state  of  uncertainty  in  the  air  as  to  where  and 
how  we  would  spend  it.  However  shortly  be- 
fore the  20th,  it  w^as  finally  decided  that  25 
per  cent  of  the  men  at  a  time  w^ould  get  four- 


First  Iileut.  Walter   S.   Bartlett 

day  leaves.  In  this  way  every  man  w^ould  be 
home  at  some  time  during  the  holidays. 

Many  were  the  packages  of  good  things  to 
eat  which  came  into  the  barracks  those  days. 
Each  shared  with  the  other,  candy,  cakes,  pies 
and  many  other  eatables  and  this  was  all  on 
top  of  the  three  big,  healthy  meals  issued  every 
day  to  us.  Under  the  influence  of  plenty  to 
eat,  regular  hours,  fresh  air  and  exercise,  all  the 
boys  were  gaining  both  in  weight  and  color. 
Those  w^ho  in  civilian  life  had  been  confined  to 
indoor  work  were  losing  their  pale,  sickly  looks 
and  becoming  brown  skinned  and  clear-eyed. 

The  holiday  passed  quickly  and  everyone 
settled  back  to  the  former  routine.  On  Janu- 
ary 1  2  ocurred  the  big  snowstorm  which  was  so 
heavy  that  traffic  of  all  kinds  was  tied  up  from 
Saturday  to  Monday.  Snowdrifts  were  piled 
almost  roof  high  in  many  places  and  there  was 
much  tunneling  and  shoveling  to  be  done. 
Guard  duty  was  well  nigh  impossible,  but  by 
frequent  changes,  the  men  were  kept  from 
freezing. 

From  the  first  we  had  the  use  of  a  piano 
secured  thru  the  efforts  of  Lieutenant  Ackert, 
but  as  we  were  unable  to  get  a  piano  player 
amongst  any  of  the  new  recruits,  it  was  deemed 
advisable  to  buy  a  Victrola.  On  January  22, 
after  taking  up  a  collection,  one  was  installed 


with  numerous  records,  and  from  then  on  we 
had  plenty  of  "canned  music"  of  all  descrip- 
tions. 

About  the  25th  of  the  month  practically  the 
entire  camp  was  quarantined  as  several  cases 
of  spinal  meningitis  had  broken  out  and  an 
epidemic  was  feared.  This  quarantine  did  not 
affect  the  artillery  section,  as  much  as  the  in- 
fantry and  more  crowded  sections. 

"Bill"  Sugden  and  his  gang  from  Tuscola 
county  put  in  their  appearance  round  the  29th 
and  these  rookies  surely  furnished  amusement 
for  the  regulars,  as  we  now  considered  our- 
selves. We  immediately  picked  on  them  for 
stable  and  kitchen  police,  grooming  horses,  etc. 
In  the  early  part  of  February  came  a  thaw^ 
which  left  our  section  of  the  camp  almost  a 
chain  of  lakes.  Rowboats  were  needed  for  dry 
transportation.  Arctics  were  then  issued, 
which  should  have  been  handed  out  back  in 
the  fall  so  as  to  have  been  of  some  use  to  us. 
Captain  Baxter  left  on  the  6th  for  Fort  Sill  to 
attend  the  School  of  Fire.  Lieutenant  Booth 
took  charge  of  the  battery,  but  shortly  after  he 
also  went  to  Sill  and  Lieutenant  Gay  assumed 
command. 

About  this  time,  came  an  event  of  impor- 
tance. The  first  time  we  hitched  up  to  the 
pieces  and  caissons  was  on  Valentine's  Day. 
From  then  on  w^e  had  actual  drill  practice. 

Major-General  Kennedy  took  command  of 
the  85th  Division  March  1st.  This  was  greatly 
impressed  upon  our  minds,  because  of  the  fact 
that  there  were  no  more  Sunday  morning  in- 
spections, such  as  had  been  our  abomination. 
"Red"  Richter  caught  the  mumps  and  it 
was  necessary  to  quarantine  almost  the  entire 
battery,  that  is  those  who  did  not  sneak  out 
before  the  doctors  nailed  up  the  quarantine 
card.  The  boys  who  escaped  were  placed  in 
the  annex  1282,  and  comprised  those  on  spe- 
cial duty.  During  the  week  of  March  2  1 ,  there 
was  a  general  cleanup  thruout  the  camp  and 
every  effort  was  made  to  improve  the  appear- 
ance of  barracks,  stables  and  other  buildings. 
C  stands  for  clean  and  we  WERE. 

The  Cleanup  Week  was  apparently  a  fore- 
runner for  the  Divisional  Review  on  March  30, 
the  first  mounted  review  held  in  Custer. 

Our  spare  moments  were  spent  in  boxing 
and  many  were  the  good  bouts  pulled  off.  Very 
few  of  us  will  forget  the  memorable  match 
between  Horseshoer  Scavone  and  Sergeant 
Voytko,  in  w^hich  Scavone  showed  Voytko 
many  points  about  boxing  he  had  never  seen 
or  heard  of.  In  fact  the  result  was  a  K.  O.  for 
Voytko  about  the  fourth  round,  after  he  had 
been  pummeled  all  over  the  ring. 

Along  the  first  of  April,  pistol  practice  was 
the  schedule  and  many  contests  were  held 
thruout  the  camp.  Lieutenant  Gay  captured 
the  highest  honors  in  the  camp  by  his  sharp- 
shooting.  We  also  began  firing  on  the  range 
with  sub-caliber  shells  for  short  distances  and 
after  we  became  proficient  in   this,   the  shells 


—  98- 


were  changed  to   the  regulation   3-inch  at  the 
normal  distance. 

Captain  Baxter  arrived  from  Fort  Sill  on 
April  23  and  three  days  later  a  new  bunch  of 
men  reached  us.  Now  our  two  barracks  were 
filling  up  and  we  began  to  feel  we  would  soon 
have  a  full  battery,  but  right  away  orders 
started  coming  in,   transferring  right  and  left. 

A  mounted  review  was  held  on  May  4  and 
the  new  men  were  marched  over  to  the  field  in 
a  body  and  allowed  to  view  it.  From  now  on 
everything  was  hustle  and  bustle.  Rumors  of 
leaving  for  overseas  were  becoming  more  pro- 
nounced and  drill  periods  were  made  harder 
and  longer. 

On  May  12,  Cecil  Hendricks,  who  had  con- 
tracted pneumonia,  passed  away  at  the  Base 
Hospital.  Bugler  Rankin  accompanied  the 
body  to  Clifford  and  played  "Taps"  over  the 
grave.  This  was  the  first  death  we  had  in  the 
battery  and  all  felt  keenly  his  decease. 

More  rumors  of  leaving  Custer  came  float- 
ing around  and  numerous  overseas  equipment 
inspections  and  a  Brigade  review  on  June  21 
helped  greatly  to  strengthen  these  suspicions. 
On  June  2  7  our  last  bunch  of  recruits  arrived 
and  almost  immediately  they  were  started  drill- 
ing and  driving.  The  ground  was  thoroughly 
dried  and  very  dusty  and  we  always  came  in 
from  rides  or  foot  drills  covered  with  pow- 
dered earth  from  head  to  foot.  The  bathhouse 
with  its  showers  of  hot  and  cold  water  was  cer- 
tainly a  favorite  place  each  evening. 

The  4th  of  July  was  quietly  celebrated, 
many  of  the  boys  getting  passes  for  various 
places. 

The  Sunday  following  was  the  last  time 
passes  were  issued  out  of  camp  eind,  on  July 
9,  entrance  to  or  exit  from  Custer  was  pro- 
hibited because  of  early  departure.  Lieutenant 
Sheffield,  Sergeant  Schneller,  and  Corporal 
Chadwick,  our  advance  party,  left  July  1  0  and 
we  knew  that  our  departure  was  not  far  dis- 
tant. We  were  all  anxious  to  leave,  even  tho 
Custer  had  been  generous  to  us  in  every  re- 
spect. Our  quarters  were  excellent,  food  good 
and  plentiful  and  passes  helped  to  relieve  the 
monotony  of  drilling.  It  is  hard  to  tell  what 
we  expected  overseas,  but  apparently  we  were 
just  bored  and  needed  a  change.  How  many 
times  in  later  months  did  we  fervently  say 
"Our  kingdom  to  be  in  Custer  again!"  Little 
did  we  realize  what  a  paradise  we  were  in 
until  quarters  in  France  brought  poor  food, 
scarce  and  general  conditions  far  below  nor- 
mal. 

Leaving  Camp  Custer  about  noon  July  1 6, 
1918,  we  traveled  in  style  on  the  Michigan 
Central  to  Weehawken,  N.  J.,  where  we  took 
the  ferry  to  Brooklyn.  Style  is  mentioned 
here  because  in  view  of  later  modes  of  travel 
and  conveyances,  the  old  M.  C.  cars  were 
rolling  palaces.  At  Brooklyn  we  boarded  the 
Long  Island  trains  which  transported  us  to  the 
entrance  of  Camp  Mills  on  Long  Island.  We 
arrived  there  near  midnight  in  a  drizzling  rain 


and  a  more  disheartened  bunch  never  was 
viewed.  The  heavy  packs  were  galling  and 
the  rain  disagreeable.  No  lights  were  to  be 
seen,  and  only  by  the  aid  of  a  few  weak  flash- 
lights did  we  locate  some  empty  tents  in  which 
to  "flop"  for  the  night.  Some  were  lucky 
enough  to  find  iron  cots,  others  preferred  the 
dirt  floor  to  aimlessly  wandering  around  look- 
ing for  more  beds. 

In  that  city  of  tents,  which  were  regular 
Turkish  bathhouses  those  hot  July  days,  we 
dwelt  till  July  30th  rolled  around.  Numer- 
ous clothing  and  medical  inspections,  the 
abomination  of  every  soldier,  were  the  order 
of  the  day.  Dust  storms  and  showers  were 
frequent  and  disagreeable.  However,  passes 
to  New  York  City  and  nearby  towns  and 
beaches  helped  greatly  to  enliven  our  last  few 
days  in  the  good  old  U.  S.  A.  We  also  caught 
sight  of  our  advance  party,  which  left  the  camp 
on  the  2  1  st  for  overseas. 

July  30th  we  rode  again  to  Brooklyn;  and, 
after  boarding  a  ferry,  w^ere  transferred  in  the 
regular  routine  to   the  British   Steamer  Maun- 


First  Uent.  John  B.  Gay 

ganui  which  was  to  be  our  home  till  August 
1  1  th.  It  was  with  mingled  feelings  of  regret 
and  pride  that  we  viewed  the  fast  disappear- 
ing outlines  of  the  Goddess  of  Liberty — the 
symbol  of  that  Freedom  from  Militarism  for 
which  we  had  taken  up  arms. 

As  Joe  Bedore  would  say  "De  win'  she  blow. 
Bimeby  she  blow  som'  more."  Most  of  us 
had  a  touch  of  seasickness,  some  more  than 
others.  As  a  whole,  however,  the  trip  was 
uneventful.  No  submarine  attacked  us,  due  no 
doubt  to  the  strength  and  watchfulness  of  our 
convoy  and,  after  passing  through  the  thick  fogs 
between  Ireland  and  Scotland,  we  awoke  on 
the  morning  of  August  1  1  th  to  find  ourselves 
anchored  in  the  harbor  at  Liverpool. 

We  disembarked  there  amid  loud  whistlings 
and  cheers  of  the  gathering  crowds,  about  1  1 
a.  m.,  and  after  marching  to  the  depot,  where 
we  were  served  coffee  and  cakes  by  the  Eng- 
lish Red  Cross,  we  took  train  at  12  noon  for 
Southampton,  arriving  about  10:30  the  same 
evening.  This  daylight  trip  across  England 
was  an  enjoyable  one  for  all.      It  was  made  in 


99  — 


compartment  cars,  with  thick,  comfortable 
cushions,  and  only  eight  men  to  a  compart- 
ment. The  scenery  was  grand  and  the  sights 
kept  us  "rubbering"  from  one  side  of  the  train 
to  the  other.  Practically  none  of  us  had  ever 
been  in  England  or  even  abroad  and  we  were 
anxious  to  get  an  eyeful.  While  we  were  ex- 
tremely tired  that  evening  we  all  felt  amply 
repaid  for  our  efforts  to  see  and  appreciate  all 
there  was  to  be  seen. 

Upon  arriving  in  Southampton  at  10:30,  we 
had  a  heartbreaking  trip  to  what  was  comic- 
ally called  a  "Rest  Camp."  With  full  packs 
we  marched  several  miles  thru  darkened 
streets   to   the   outskirts   of   the   city  where   the 


First   Iiieut.    Hug'h    DlcMe 

camp  was  situated,  and  as  we  hadn't  got  our 
land  legs,  we  were  thoroughly  tired  out  and 
covered  with  perspiration,  the  evening  being 
warm  and  suffocating.  That  night,  our  first  on 
terra  firma,  we  slept  fine  and  supposed  we 
were  there  for  several  days'  rest.  Where  the 
rest  came  in,  we  were  unable  to  find  out,  as  we 
pulled  out  the  next  noon,  and  made  the  trip 
afoot  to  the  boats — this  time  bound  for  Le 
Havre,  right  across  the  English  Channel.  We 
made  that  excursion  on  an  American  built 
boat,  the  Harvard,  with  an  American  crew, 
and  altho  the  dash  for  the  French  port  was 
made  under  cover  of  darkness  with  not  a  peep 
of  light  showing,  we  were  not  afraid,  being  un- 
aware that  this  was  one  of  the  most  dangerous 
portions  of  our  entire  trip. 

The  next  morning  when  the  sun  rose  we  saw 
Le  Havre,  France,  in  the  distance.  After  lying 
in  the  harbor  all  morning  for  the  tide  to  come 
in,  we  landed  about  noon,  and  were  greeted 
on  the  docks  by  train  loads  of  wounded  sol- 
diers waiting  to  be  transferred  to  hospital 
ships.  At  that  particular  time  we  didn't  know 
whether  to  consider  this  an  ominous  sign  or 
not.  Then  began  another  back-breaking 
march.  It  was  hotter  than  ever  and  up  hill 
all  the  way  to  another  "Rest  Camp."  We  were 
too  tired  to  look  with  critical  eye  upon  the 
narrow,  crooked  streets,  the  buildings  different 
from  our  own,  and  the  people  and  their  mode 
of  dress. 

Arriving  there  about  4  p.  m.  on  the  1  3th, 
we  were  fed  on  "bloaters,"  bread  and  tea. 
This  camp  was  the  origin  of  our  famous  "dry 


wash,"  invented  by  Captain  Baxter  because  of 
the  lack  of  sufficient  water,  even  tho  the  At- 
lantic flowed  at  our  feet.  A  brisk  massage  of 
the  entire  face  and  body  with  the  dry  hands 
was  considered  to  be  enough  to  give  us  the 
semblance  at  least  of  cleanliness,  and  in  after 
months  it  turned  out  to  be  sufficient  as  we 
really  had  no  means  of  bathing. 

After  resting  over  night  and  next  morning, 
on  the  afternoon  of  the  1 4th,  we  marched  to 
the  railroad  and  boarded  box  cars  with  that 
now  familiar  sign  "Hommes  40 — cheveaux  8" 
painted  on  the  side.  Can  you  imagine  36  sol- 
diers, with  all  their  military  belongings  and 
sufficient  rations  for  three  days,  packed  into 
those  dinky  20x6  "side  door  Pullmans"?  One 
striking  feature  was  their  perfect  ventilation 
and  excellent  means  of  observation,  each  car 
being  practically  all  doors  and  windows. 
While  these  cars  'were  not  nearly  as  comfort- 
able as  the  English  coaches,  yet  we  saw  a  great 
deal  of  the  country  from  our  observation  posts. 
And  those  funny  little  engines  with  their  shrill 
toy  whistles!  How  they  tickled  our  fancy  for 
miles! 

After  leaving  Le  Havre,  we  passed  thru  such 
large  places  as  Rouen,  Nantes,  Alencon,  Le 
Mans,  Laval,  and  Rennes,  detraining  at  Mes- 
sac,  a  small  town  south  of  the  River  Villaine, 
and  20  miles  southwest  of  Rennes.  Messac  be- 
ing reached  late  in  the  afternoon  of  the  15  th, 
we  marched  across  the  river  and  pitched  our 
pup  tents  on  the  lowlands  and  enjoyed  the 
first  real  night's  sleep  since  leaving  the  States. 
The  next  morning  we  were  scattered  thruout 
the  town,  in  mills,  barns,  schoolhouses,  etc. 
We  w^ere  well  treated  by  the  inhabitants.  The 
river  furnished  us  a  bathing  and  washing  place 
and  you  can  imagine,  after  two  weeks'  travel- 
ing we  were  badly  in  need  of  a  regular  bath. 
Here  the  first  mail  from  "back  home"  caught 
up  to  us  and  we  w^ere  feeling  pretty  happy. 

On  the  top  of  a  hill  of  solid  rock  near  the 
center  of  the  town  stood  a  church  built  250 
years  ago,  presided  over  by  a  venerable  and 
benevolent-looking  priest  and  his  young  assist- 
ant who  spoke  broken  English  with  such  a 
quaint  accent.  How  well  do  'we  all  remember 
at  eventide  the  tolling  of  the  church  bells,  the 
end  of  each  perfect  day,  the  hour  of  peace  and 
quiet,  when  all  the  world  about  us  was  stilled 
and  everyone  offered  up  a  silent  prayer.  Yet 
here  were  we  American  soldiers,  bent  on  war- 
like purposes,  in  the  midst  of  this  restful  calm. 

Every  good  time  must  come  to  an  end  and 
so  on  the  25th  of  August  we  marched  on  to- 
wards our  destination.  Making  ten  miles  that 
day,  we  spent  the  night  at  Maure,  and  on  Mon- 


A  soldier  vfat  sitting  on  a  box  at  Lagney,  in- 
dustriously scratching  his  head,  when  Sgt.  Hens- 
ler,  who  was  passing  on  his  way  to  get  a  bunch 
of  horses,  said  to  him:    "Picking'  'em  out?" 

"No,  sir,"  replied  the  soldier.  "I  take*  'em 
just  as  I  finds  'em." 


100  — 


day  we  covered  the  remaining  nine  miles  to 
Camp  Coetquidan,  arriving  about  11  a.  m. 
This  camp  proved  to  be  our  home  for  about 
two  months. 

Coetquidan  is  an  historical  camp.  It  was 
the  site  of  Napoleon's  armies  years  ago  and  has 
been  used  by  the  French  ever  since  for  mili- 
tary training,  until  the  Americans  took  it  over 
for  their  own  use  at  the  beginning  of  the  A.  E. 
F.  Here  we  were  instructed  in  all  branches  of 
artillery  work  with  the  French  75 's  and  the  last 
few  weeks  before  we  left  we  were  simulating 
actual  conditions  at  the  front.  It  was  a  most 
interesting  time,  but  still  hard  work  for  all  of 
us.  Oftentimes  we  would  spend  all  night  out 
doors  in  pup  tents,  rain  or  moonlight.  Some 
mornings  upon  getting  up  we  found  the  canvas 
wringing  wet,  the  dew  being  so  heavy.  The 
climate  however  at  that  place  was  not  con- 
ducive to  our  well-being  and  happiness,  prac- 
tically the  entire  last  month  we  spent  there  be- 
ing in  rain  or  mist  all  the  time.  Many  of  our 
boys  suffered  from  coughs  and  colds  or  the 
Spanish  Flu,  and  a  number  of  them,  including 
First  Sergeant  Voytko,  Pots,  Kelley,  KurtzkofI, 
Patzekowsky,  Upland  and  Agrafulis,  were  left 
in  the  camp  hospital  and  transferred.  Ser- 
geant Leroy  Akley  was  appointed  First  Ser- 
geant and  has  since  ably  handled  the  battery. 
Sergeants  Schueller  and  Shoemaker  also  left  to 
attend  the  Officers'  Training  Camp  at  Saumur. 
Lieutenant  Casey  had  been  appointed  regi- 
mental gas  officer,  and  therefore  Lieutenant 
Bartlett  was  assigned  to  our  battery  in  his 
place. 

We  were  issued  our  complement  of  supplies, 
horses,  materiel,  etc.,  as  fast  as  it  could  be  col- 
lected, and  on  Oct.  23rd,  silently  packed  up 
under  cover  of  darkness  and  about  2  a.  m. 
marched  to  Guer,  a  few  miles  away.     By  8:30 


No  photo  of  Lt.  Otto  H.  Dittmer 
secured. 


we  were  all  loaded  on  the  train  and  headed 
eastward.  Again  passing  through  Messac, 
Rennes,  Laval,  Le  Mans,  Chartres,  the  suburbs 
of  Paris,  Troyes,  and  Chaumont,  we  detrained 
at  a  small  town  called  Andelot,  on  October 
25  th.  From  there  we  marched  thru  Rimau- 
court  to  Manois,  situated  amongst  the  hills, 
where  we  were  stationed  in  barracks  w^ith 
bunks.  It  was  here  Sergeant  Lockwood  joined 
the  O.  T.  C.  and  left  for  Saumur. 

Privates  Hinton  and  Kyle  became  sick  and 
were  taken  to  the  hospital  at  Rimaucourt.  On 
November  2  Hinton  breathed  his  last  and  it 
was  with  deep  regret  we  learned  of  his  death. 
Private  Kyle  however  recovered  and  rejoined 
us  later  at  Pont-a-Mousson.  Leaving  Manois 
on  Oct.  30th,  we  went  to  Rimaucourt,  but  were 
ordered  after  only  a  few  hours'  ride  about  6 
p.  m.  to  detr^.in  at  Domgermain,  near  Toul. 
Al  Manois  during  the  quiet  of  an  evening  we 


could  hear  the  dull  roar  of  the  guns.  How- 
ever at  this  stop  the  noise  was  quite  plain,  as 
we  were  much  closer  to  the  front  line  trenches. 
This  trip  was  the  last  taste  we  had  of  train 
transportation  for  a  long  time.  Since  then  our 
artillery  has  been  on  foot  and  has  seen  a  bit  of 
France  at  that.  After  detraining  we  marched 
about  two  miles  towards  Toul  and  camped  out 
in  our  pup  tents.  Our  first  touch  of  real  frosty 
weather  was  had  that  night  and  many  of  us  put 
on  an  extra  pair  of  sox  to  keep  our  feet  warm. 
The  next  morning  our  shelter  halves  were  so 
stiff  with  frost  we  could  hardly  roll  our  packs. 
Hot  coffee,  bacon  and  bread  warmed  up  our 
insides  and   hopping  around  stimulated  circu- 


Iileut.   Wm.   Sheffield 

lation.  Later  on  the  sun  came  out  warm  and 
bright,  and  w^e  viewed  the  first  air  fight  we  had 
seen.  A  big  German  plane  came  over  to  do 
some  observing,  but  hundreds  of  shots  from 
anti-aircraft  guns  drove  the  boche  high  up  into 
the  air  where  he  could  not  see  anything  of  ad- 
vantage to  him. 

The  afternoon  of  the  3 1  st  we  again  shoul- 
dered our  packs  and  hiked  onward.  Just  be- 
fore entering  Toul,  we  passed  many  large  hos- 
pitals filled  to  overflowing  with  the  wounded 
of  all  nationalities.  Toul  seemed  to  be  a  fairly 
large  city,  but  we  touched  only  a  part  of  it  and 
continued  our  march  to  Lagney,  where  we 
halted  about  five  o'clock  the  same  evening. 
The  roar  of  the  guns  kept  getting  sharper  and 
we  realized  we  were  drawing  nearer  to  the 
front. 

That  night  we  found  a  "Y"  which  supplied 
us  with  chocolate,  cookies,  gum,  cigars,  ciga- 
rettes, etc.  Then  we  were  in  our  glory  to  be 
able  to  have  a  package  of  cookies  in  one  fist 
and  a  bar  of  chocolate  in  the  other,  taking  a 
bite  of  each  alternately. 

Friday  afternoon,  Nov.  1  st,  we  left  about 
five  o'clock,  always  heading  northeast,  which 
meant  in  the  general  direction  of  Metz,  the 
American  objective.  After  dark  we  marched 
thru  Bernacourt  and  Fliery  which  were  badly 
shell-torn.  In  fact,  there  was  hardly  a  wall  left 
standing  in  the  latter  place.      About   1  0  p.  m. 


—  101 


~we  halted  in  Mort  Mare  Woods,  where  we  were 
to  stay  several  days. 

These  woods  were  located  directly  east  of 
Saint  Mihiel  in  the  midst  of  the  territory  cov- 
ered by  the  celebrated  drive  made  by  the 
Americans  Sept.  9  to  16.  All  of  this  district 
had  been  held  by  the  Germans  from  the  be- 


Battery  "C"  Billets  at  Pont-a-Mousgon 

ginning  of  the  war  in  1914,  and  even  such  a 
cursory  glance  as  we  were  able  to  give  the  net- 
work of  trenches  and  dugouts  showed  that  the 
thorough  Germans  had  planned  on  permanent- 
ly occupying  whatever  they  gained  in  France. 
These  dugouts  and  emplacements  were  of  solid 
concrete,  railroad  iron,  logs  and  sandbags. 
Many  times  the  walls  were  plastered  and  even 
papered,  and  in  several  instances,  there  were 
tiled  rooms,  bar-room  fixtures,  electric  lights, 
carpets,  etc.  In  one  place  we  found  a  piano. 
All  the  territory  showed  many  signs  of  hasty 
evacuation;  new  ammunition,  machine  guns 
and  supplies  of  various  sorts  being  strewn 
around. 

We  had  read  of  how  the  Americans  chased 
the  Boche  out  of  the  St.  Mihiel  sector  in  dou- 
ble-quick time  six  weeks  before,  but  after  view- 
ing part  of  the  battlefield,  it  seemed  almost  im- 
possible of  achievement,  the  Germans  were  so 
deeply  entrenched.  This  splendid  victory 
spoke  well  for  the  fighting  spirit  and  genius  of 
the  Americans.  We  were  quartered  in  this 
woods  for  several  days  and  saw  some  real  ex- 
citement as  well  as  some  laughable  incidents. 
Allied  and  enemy  planes  battled  nearly  every 
day  in  our  vicinity  and  the  ground  anti-aircraft 
guns  were  kept  busy. 

A  big  observation  balloon  was  stationed  in 
the  same  woods  where  we  were.  One  bright 
day  when  it  was  floating  lazily  about  500  feet 
up  in  the  air,  the  Germans  got  one  of  their 
speedy  battle  planes,  accompanied  by  two  es- 
corts, so  close  that  the  pilot  was  able  to  train 
his  machine  gun  on  the  balloon.  The  bullets 
punctured  the  balloon,  and  as  every  fifth  shell 
is  an  incendiary  generally,  the  bag  soon  burst 
into  flames  and  shortly  afterwards  fell  blazing 
to  the  ground.  As  soon  as  the  firing  began, 
the  two  observers  jumped  out  of  the  basket 
with  their  parachutes  and  floated  safely  to 
mother  earth. 


The  enemy  planes  were  flying  low  and  we 
had  grand  stand  seats  for  the  attack,  never 
dreaming  that  they  might  bomb  us.  The  plane 
then  started  along  the  road  as  tho  to  spray 
bullets  up  and  down  the  highway  where  hun- 
dreds of  negroes  were  repairing  the  battered 
roadbed,  over  which  trucks  were  passing  with 
supplies.  it  was  mighty  interesting  to 
watch  those  colored  boys  drop  their 
picks  and  shovels  and  dash  for  the  ditches, 
trenches  or  any  cover  they  could  find. 
Even  the  trucks  were  abandoned.  But 
one  of  our  boys  had  an  eye  for  business 
and  the  "inner  man."  We  were  rather 
short  of  bread  that  day,  and  Mr.  Buddy 
noticed  one  of  the  trucks  with  rations  and 
on  top  a  big  stack  of  bread.  What  does 
he  do  but  climb  over  the  tailboard  of  the 
truck,  hook  two  big  round  loaves  of 
"punk,"  and  beat  it  across  the  fields  to 
our  quarters  while  the  men  in  charge  of 
the  machine  were  hiding  somewhere  in  the 
ditch.  It  was  laughable  to  see  this  fellow 
plowing  across  the  muddy  field  with  a  loaf 
under  each  arm,  while  all  the  excitement  was 
going  on. 

Upon  several  occasions,  the  Germans  shelled 
the  town  of  Essey,  which  was  about  three  kilo- 
meters from  the  woods,  while  trying  to  reach 
a  bridge  spanning  a  main  supply  road.  Not 
having  had  the  interesting  experience  before, 
we  were  foolish  enough  to  stand  and  watch  the 
big  shells  burst  about  500  meters  away.  Dur- 
ing our  stay  in  the  woods,  we  lay  in  waiting,  as 
it  were,  for  the  word  to  send  us  forward  into 
our  firing  position.  There  was  nothing  to  do 
except  roam  around  looking  over  the  entrench- 
ments, practice  vfith  our  pistols  or  sleep,  and 
w^e  all  did  our  share  of  each. 

On  the  evening  of  the  4th,  one  of  our  bat- 
teries, "B,"  got  word  to  move  and  we  knew  it 


Corp.  Tricker:  "Goodness  gracious.  Sergeant. 
Sounds  like  old  Fritz  coming  over  in  the  mud — 
squish  squash,  squish  squash." 

Sgt.  Atkins:  "That's  all  right,  Lillian;  that's 
only  those  Americans  over  in  Calabresi  section 
a'  chewin'  their  gum  rations  which  Big  Hearted 
Charlie  just  sent  up." 


would  be  our  turn  soon.  The  regiment  had 
been  split  into  the  first  and  second  battalions  at 
Lagney,  and  the  first  battalion  composed  of 
Batteries  A,  B  and  C,  were  together  in  the 
woods.  The  second  battalion  of  Batteries  D, 
E  and  F  moved  in  a  different  direction.  The 
next  evening  found  us  on  our  way.  We  were 
not  exactly  scared  but  a  queer  feeling  came 
over  us,  as  we  were  marching  along  in  the 
darkness,  not  knowing  whether  we  were  going 
right  into  action,  or  not.  Everyone  was  great- 
ly relieved  when  we  halted  in  a  village  nestling 
at  the  foot  of  a  high  protecting  hill  and  learned 


102  — 


that  this  was  our  echelon,  Bouillionville.  As  vfe 
were  tired  out  from  the  hike,  we  flopped  most 
anjrwhere  in  the  buildings  selected  for  our  bat- 
tery. The  next  morning  we  were  all  rearranged 
comfortably. 

On  the  evening  of  Nov.  6th,  the  firing  bat- 
tery received  orders  to  move  out,  each  sec- 
tion to  leave  at  half  hour  intervals.  We  went 
forward  under  cover  of  darkness,  scheduled 
to  pass  through  Thiaucourt,  a  large  city  which 
had  recently  been  held  by  the  Germans  but 
recaptured.  But  the  Boche  was  favoring  the 
town  with  a  harassing  fire  of  gas  shells,  and  it 
was  necessary  to  take  a  circuitous  mud  road 
around  the  place.  In  one  respect  ^ve  were  for- 
tunate— we  found  positions  ready  for  occu- 
pancy— but  at  the  same  time  the  Boche  bat- 
teries also  seemed  to  know  something  of  them. 
The  first  night  was  a  night  of  uneasiness  to 
most  of  our  valiant  warriors,  as  the  shells  were 
falling  around  us  all  night  and  it  was  our  first 
experience  under  real  shell  fire. 

We  were  unable  to  register  the  following 
<lay  and  therefore  at  night  we  again  lay  in- 
active under  shell  fire.  This  night  we  experi- 
enced a  heavy  bombardment  with  gas  and  the 
night  being  foggy,  the  valleys  were  loaded  to 
the  brim  for  hours.  Our  kitchen  was  located 
in  a  large  dugout  at  the  foot  of  a  hill,  and  to 
get  there  it  was  necessary  to  slip  and  slide  in 
mud  down  the  hillside.  Many  a  time  that 
night  the  boys  climbing  the  hill  with  their  gas 
masks  on  were  in  imminent  danger  of  losing 
their  precious  "Corn  Willie."  "Honest  John" 
Soper  and  "Fighting  Dick"  Gaudet  came  to 
grief  on  the  hillside  when  the  gas  alarm  was 
sounded.  When  they  finally  untangled  them- 
selves at  the  foot  of  the  hill  and  adjusted  their 
masks,  they  decided  it  was  physically  impos- 
sible to  hang  onto  supper  and  put  on  a  mask 
at  the  same  time,  on  that  hill,  at  least. 

Not  the  least  amazing  thing  that  evening 
■was  hearing  "Sammy"  Gurin,  our  gas  ser- 
geant, out  in  front  of  the  guns,  calling  for 
anyone  to  direct  him  to  the  battery.  It  de- 
veloped   that   Lieut.    Sheffield   had    taken   him 


During  the  thickest  of  the  shelling,  a  detail 
of  Battery  C  men  were  hauling  ammunition  from 
the  road  up  to  the  gun  positions.  A  particu- 
larly close-up  burst  scattered  our  men  for  cover 
like  frightened  quail.  Studer  was  heard  to  yell 
to  Corporal  Carrie,  in  a  quavering  voice:  "If 
you're  a  leader  of  men,  for  heaven's  sake  lead 
ut  out  of  this." 


as  far  as  No.  1  piece  and  then  left  him,  say- 
ing "The  other  pieces  are  out  there,"  pointing 
in  the  general  direction  of  Metz. 

On  Friday  afternoon,  Nov.  8th,  we  received 
orders  to  move  about  800  meters  to  the  east 
and  "dig  in"  in  new  positions.  It  ■was  liter- 
ally "dig  in,"  too,  for  that  was  our  one  and 
only  occupation  for  the  next  twenty-four  hours. 
Saturday  afternoon  we  registered  on  the  first 


piece.  About  3:30  p.  m.  the  firing  data,  in- 
cluding a  range  of  4,000  meters,  was  sent 
down,  and  when  the  command  to  fire  was 
given  our  first  message  to  the  Boche  was  sent 
hurtling  over  in  the  form  of  shrapnel.  The 
"Fighting  First"  section,  under  Sgt.  Frank 
Calabrese,  fired  twenty-seven  rounds  that  aft- 
ernoon. By  that  time  it  was  getting  too  dark 
to  observe  and  the  order  ■was  given,  "Cease 
firing." 

Our   communications  ■were  not   in   order  as 
far   as   the   gun   positions,    and    the   night   was 


/      ^  'MEMO«IES'     . 

/     /     /      • 


lightened  by  stentorian  commands  coming  out 
of  the  darkness  in  the  voice  of  our  executive, 
Lieut.  Sheffield.  At  one  period  the  third 
section  failed  to  answer  his  call,  and  after 
several  repetitions  he  shouted,  "Can  you 
hear  me?"  and  a  reply  came  from  Thiau- 
court, a  kilometer  or  so  distant,  "Yes,  ■we  hear 
you."  It  seemed  the  third  section  had  been 
devoting  their  spare  moments  to  calming 
"Meathead"  Mann,  their  bloodthirsty  gunner. 
Next  day  ■was  Sunday,  which  was  spent  in 
perfecting  our  gun  positions  and  dugouts.  A 
few  gas  shells  came  over  and  one  bombard- 
ment almost  ended  the  career  of  our  genial 
Lieut.  Gay.  Forgetting  that  the  gas  mask  ■was 
authorized  equipment,  he  wandered  about  150 
meters  from  his  dugout  minus  that  very  val- 
uable adjunct.  Just  then  some  gas  shells  burst 
near  and  Lieut.  Gay's  return  was  speedy  if  not 
dignified.  That  evening  as  it  grew  dusk  all 
the  guns  of  the  battery  started  to  fire,  and  one 
session  followed  another  in  rapid  succession 
throughout  the  night.  The  fighting  spirit  of 
the  third  section,  in  charge  of  Sgt.  Hensler, 
was  gratified  by  their  going  up  into  position 
between  the  first  and  second  line  trenches  as 
a  "roving  gun,"  and  they  were  literally  "over 
the  top,"  but  suffered  no  casualties.  The  night 
was  exceptionally  dark  and  foggy,  and  all  ■were 
warned  not  to  stray  from  their  positions.  It 
was  reported  that  our  battery  commander, 
Capt.    Baxter,    ^vas  lost  when   going  from   the 


—  103  — 


Back  in  Custer  Captain  Baxter  was  leading  a 
detail  on  a  scouting  party  to  locate  the  enemy. 
At  the  start  he  specifically  cautioned  everyone 
to  do  just  exactly  as  he  did.  Later  in  passing 
through  a  woods  the  Captain,  in  attempting  to 
step  over  the  root  of  a  tree,  stumbled  and  fell, 
badly  skinning  his  nose.  Garvalia  was  heard  to 
call  out  innocently:  '^Captain,  will  ^ve  do  that, 
too?"  It  was  up  to  the  Captain  to  halt  the  detail 
so   everyone   could   laugh   heartily. 


B.  C.  station  to  one  of  the  guns,  and  when 
found  was  headed  towards  Metz,  presumably 
to  attempt  a  solitary  attack  on  that  formidable 
fortress. 

The  regimental  ammunition  dump  was  lo- 
cated about  seven  kilometers  from  the  gun  po- 
sitions and  it  was  necessary  to  pass  through 
Thiaucourt  both  going  to  and  coming  from  the 
dump.  On  Wednesday  and  Thursday  eve- 
nings nothing  of  unusual  excitement  happened 
to  the  ammunition  train,  and  so  on  Friday,  the 
8th,  when  Sgt.  Akley  asked  for  volunteers  to 
haul  ammunition,  eight  fellows  offered  their 
services,  thinking  it  would  be  a  lark  to  get  a 
load   of  shells. 

The  three  wagons  were  in  charge  of  Sgts. 
Akley  and  Menzies,  and  v^fhile  passing  through 
Thiaucourt  on  their  way  toward  the  dump, 
German  shells  began  dropping  dangerously 
close  right  in  the  town.  They  took  the  short 
cut  road  over  the  ridge  in  order  to  save  time 
and  all  the  way  the  road  was  shelled,  although 
no   one  was   touched.      Just  as   the   dump  was 


"Any  complaints.  Corporal?"  asked  the 
Colonel,  making  one  morning  a  personal  inspec- 
tion. 

"Yes,  sir.     Taste  that,  sir,"  said  the  Corporal. 

"Why,"  the  Colonel  said,  "that's  the  best  soup 
I  ever  tasted." 

"Yes,  sir,"  said  the  Corporal,  "and  the  cook 
wants  to  call  it  coffee." 


reached  a  Boche  plane  flew  right  out  of  the 
mist  directly  above  the  woods,  and  apparently 
not  over  a  hundred  feet  high.  Shortly  after 
shells  began  flying  all  around  the  dump,  but 
luckily  not  one  burst  near  the  ammunition. 
The  entire  trip  back  was  one  continual  round 
of  explosions  and  the  road  w^as  bright  as  day 
from  the  bursting  shells. 

Right  in  Thiaucourt  the  closest  calls  came 
when  two  big  stone  buildings  were  blown  right 
over  into  the  narrow  street  almost  entirely 
blocking  the  road.  Sgt.  Akley  was  so  close 
to  one  of  the  buildings  that  the  force  of  the 
explosion  almost  blew  him  off  his  horse.  The 
wagons,  horses  and  men  were  pelted  by  fall- 
ing mortar,  gravel,  dirt  and  dust,  and  the  noise 
of  the  burst  made  the  animals  most  unmanage- 
able. Luckily  no  one  was  injured,  but  all  ■were 
given  a  severe  shake-up.  After  partially  clear- 
ing the  street,  it  was  decided  to  keep  on  going 
as  fast  as  possible  to  the  guns  and  we  reached 


there  shortly  under  more  shell  fire  which,  how- 
ever, passed  over  us,  singing  and  whistling 
lustily.  The  detail  which  was  left  to  carry 
ammunition  from  the  road  up  the  hill  to  the 
gun  positions  was  scattered  as  Fritz  again  got 
busy  throwing  over  explosives.  We  had  no 
more  volunteer  ammunition  details  after  that 
night  for  pleasure  only.  It  was  necessary  to 
pick  them. 

Thus  did  we  spend  our  time — hauling  and 
firing  ammunition,  digging  new  emplacements 
and  dugouts  and  working  twenty-five  hours 
out  of  a  possible  twenty-four.  One  of  the 
biggest  barrages  shot  off  in  that  locality  weis 
fired  just  before  eleven  o'clock  on  the  morn- 
ing of  the  1  1  th  of  November.  Our  battery, 
however,  had  orders  to  cease  firing  about  7 
a.  m.,  and  ^ve  did  not  participate,  much  as 
we  would  have  enjoyed  it.  At  just  five  min- 
utes to  eleven,  two  big  shells  came  over  from 
Fritz  and  landed  alongside  our  positions,  a 
parting  farewell,  as  it  were. 

After  eleven,  however,  the  silence  by  con- 
trast was  impressive,  broken  only  by  the  hum 
of  a  solitary  airplane,  a  watchful  eye  in  the 
sky.  The  morning  was  beautifully  warm  and 
sunshiny,  particularly  appropriate  and  fitting 
for  such  an  occasion,  as  though  a  kind  of  Provi- 
dence had  smiled  His  pleasure  upon  the  end- 
ing of  more  than  four  years  of  carnage. 

While  everyone  was  extremely  glad,  yet  all 
took  the  news  quietly.  Not  much  outward  en- 
thusiasm was  shown,  the  celebrating  being 
done  inwardly,  and  apparently  all  were  think- 
ing of  the  effect  this  glorious  fact  would  have 
upon  the  loved  ones  at  home.  No  doubt  the 
general  thought  even  at  that  early  date  was, 
"When  will  we  be  starting  for  home?" 

'  Monday  afternoon  there  were  several  small 
excursion  parties  to  the  front  line  trenches, 
where  a  number  of  interesting  souvenirs  were 
collected.  It  was  also  the  first  opportunity 
for  many  at  the  gun  positions  to  wash  and 
shave,  and  Captain  Baxter,  with  his  usual 
thoughtfulness,  had  sent  down  to  Thiaucourt 
for  half  of  a  large  cask,  which  was  used  as  a 
bathtub.  Tuesday  night  about  midnight  the 
order  came  out  to  the  guns  to  pack  up  and  be 
ready  to  move,  and  within  an  hour  all  who 
had  been  stationed  there  were  on  their  way 
back  to  the  echelon  at  Bouillionville. 


"Bill"  Sugden  went  on  sick  call  the  morning 
of  Nov.  7th.  "You  have  a  sudden  rapid  rise 
in  temperature,  with  symptoms  of  diarrhoea," 
said  the  Medical  Captain  after  looking  him  over, 
"caused  by  a  shock  of  some  kind."  He  did  not 
know  that  Bill  had  been  out  on  the  ammunition 
detail  the  night  before,  when  the  Germans  began 
throwing  them  over. 


Lt.  Dickie:  "Of  course  you  can  readily  un- 
derstand what  it  means  to  drop  fire  bombs  on 
the  enemy's  vast  stores  at  night." 

Rosenberg:  "Sure!  Fire  sales  the  next  morn- 
ing." 


104  — 


Early  Wednesday  morning,  the  1 3th,  we 
were  again  on  the  move  and  marched  south- 
east after  passing  through  Thiaucourt,  along  a 
road  which  led  through  innumerable  trenches, 
wire  entanglements  and  dugouts.  it  was  a 
regular  wilderness,  the  trees  being  slashed  to 
pieces,  and  the  ground  all  torn  up  by  artillery 
fire  and  trenches.  We  passed  through  Regnie- 
ville,  that  is  the  ruins  of  it,  there  being  nothing 
left  but  part  of  a  church  tower,  with  the  bell 
still  hanging  in  the  steeple.  One  of  the  sad 
scenes  of  the  war  was  witnessed  there — a 
Frenchman  and  his  wife  climbing  over  broken 
walls  searching  for  what  had  been  their  home. 

After  marching  through  Montauville,  where 


the  328th  F.  A.  was  billeted,  we  landed  late 
that  afternoon  in  Pont-a-Mousson,  quite  an 
old  city  located  on  the  banks  of  the  Moselle 
River.  Here  w^e  w^ere  quartered  in  a  large  old 
building  which  apparently  had  been  used  as 
an  industrial  school  and  later  for  barracks. 
Nearly  every  room  had  a  fireplace  in  it  and 
we  were  quite  comfortably  situated.  While 
our  building  had  been  bombarded,  yet  it  was 
in  fairly  good  condition. 

It  will  not  be  inappropriate  to  say  that  all 
of  us  on  Thanksgiving  Day,  1918,  in  Pont-a- 
Mousson  offered  up  a  prayer  truly  of  thanks- 
giving that  we  had  been  brought  safely  through 
these  months  of  the  most  terrific  warfare  the 
world  will  ever  witness,  and  that  this  old  earth 
will  ever  in  the  future  be  a  safe  place  for  all 
humanity  to  live  in  and  enjoy  the  fruits  of  its 
labor. 

Thanksgiving  Day  was  quietly  spent  in  town 
with  the  usual  appropriate  exercises.  While 
many  of  us  thought  we  might  be  on  our  ■way 
back  home  by  Christmas,  yet  Christmas  rolled 
around  and  we  w^ere  still  in  Pont-a-Mousson. 
A  big  room  was  cleared  for  a  mess  hall  and 
seven  long  tables  with  benches  were  built, 
capable  of  accommodating  the  entire  battery. 
In  one  end  of  the  hall  stood  a  large  Christmas 
tree,  decorated,  under  the  supervision  of 
Bugler  Rankin  and  his  assistants,  with  tinsel, 
strings  of  red  berries,  the  national  colors,  etc. 
Sergeant  Johnson,  with  others  of  the  battery 
commander's  detail,   took   charge  of  the  elec- 


trical work,  and  when  the  tree  and  hall  were 
lighted  up  by  colored  lights  the  sight  was  in- 
deed a  pretty  one  to  our  homesick  eyes.  Pri- 
vates Click,  Stadler  and  Chesnan  ably  decorat- 
ed the  walls  with  views  of  Detroit,  the  Statue 
of  Liberty,  Uncle  Sam  and  appropriate  signs 
such  as  "Merry  Christmas,"    "Welcome,"   etc. 

Christmas  eve  a  very  entertaining  program 
was  put  on  by  Nick  Hall,  Mark  Dale,  Ollie 
Thorpe,  Billie  Evans,  Mickie  Walsh  and  others, 
with  the  aid  of  the  329th  orchestra.  At  vari- 
ous times  during  the  evening  presents  from  the 
Christmas  tree  were  distributed  to  different 
men.  Bill  Sugden  drew  his  chevrons  and  war- 
rant as  "harness  corporal"  because  of  his  as- 
siduous attention  to  cleaning  harness.  "Hard 
Luck"  Arthur  Barie  (Just  my  luck)  received 
an  iron  horseshoe,  ■with  the  ■wish  that  such  good 
omen  might  change  his  luck.  Chick  Johnson 
renewed  acquaintance  with  "Scrap  Iron  Liz." 
Larry  DeLisle  was  the  recipient  of  a  hammer 
to  aid  him  in  knocking.  "Lillian"  Treiher  got 
a  pair  of  corsets.  Sergeant  Akley  received  a 
miniature  keg  as  a  remembrance  of  steam- 
heated  alleys.  Anthony  Bartkowiak  received 
a  pair  of  bellows  to  aid  him  in  dispensing  his 
hot  air. 

A  large  crowd  was  present  and  thoroughly 
enjoyed  every  minute  of  each  selection.  The 
success  of  the  program  ■was  due  to  the  above- 
named  performers  and  also  Sergeants  Akley, 
Gurin  and  Hensler,  ■who  assisted  greatly  in 
running  it  off  without  a  hitch.  Captain  Brady, 
our  adjutant,  and  several  other  officers  from 
the  regiment  ■were  ■welcome  visitors. 

©■wing  to  sickness,  our  battery  commander. 
Captain  Baxter,  who  was  confined  to  a  hospi- 
tal in  Toul,  was  unable  to  be  present.  It  was 
with  regret  that  we  did  not  see  his  smiling  face 
during  holiday  week,  but  a  large  bouquet  of 
flowers,  with  a  Merry  Christmas  and  a  note  of 
good  cheer  from  the  entire  battery,  was  teiken 
to    his  bedside. 

Christmas  Day  a  regular  banquet  in  courses 
was  served  the  battery.     Corporal  Peter  Boas, 


"I  should  like  a  porterhouse  steak  ivith  mush- 
rooms, French  fried  potatoes,  a  nice  combina- 
tion salad,  some  delicately  browned  toast  with 
plenty  of  butter,  and  a  big  cup  of  coffee,"  said 
Sgt.  Verry  in  a  cafe  at  Pont-a-Mousson. 

"Excuse  me,"  interrupted  the  waitress,  "are 
you  trying  to  give  an  order  or  just  reminiscing 
about  old  times?" 


acting  as  mess  sergeant,  had  provided  a  menu 
fit  for  kings,  and  his  concoctions  were  served 
by  the  sergeants  as  waiters,  with  Sergeant 
Jimmy  Nolan,  attired  in  a  Prince  Albert  coat 
and  silk  top  hat,  as  head  waiter.  Sergeant 
Akley  was  ■wine  boy,  but  waited  in  vain,  be- 
cause it  seems  the  brewery  wagon  stopped  at 
another  battery  by  mistake. 

Fourteen    of    the    non-coms    and    privates, 
headed    by    Supply    Sergeant    George    Verry, 


—  105 


spent  from  December  1 8  to  3 1  at  the  leave 
area,  Aix-Ies-Bains.  The  boys  all  reported  an 
excellent  time. 

New  Year's  Day  was  quietly  observed  and 
passed  quickly  by.  Then  we  settled  down  to 
the  usual  routine  and  engaged  ourselves  with 
drills,  hikes  and  games.  An  old  riding  school 
behind  our  billet  furnished  us  with  a  mighty 
good  gymnasium.  Of  course  the  roof  was 
not  all  there,  and  what  was  left  leaked  badly 
when  it  rained.  But  we  had  many  a  good 
game  of  indoor  baseball,   basketball,    and   all 


Back  in  Custer,  a  pretty  girl  was  eagerly 
watching  the  drill  one  afternoon,  when  a  rifle 
ToUey  crashed  out.  With  a  surprised  little 
scream,  she  shrank  back  into  the  arms  of  Sgt. 
"Bill"  Hewitt,  who  was  standing  behind  her. 
"Oh!"  she  cried,  blushing,  "I  was  frightened  by 
the  rifles.      I  beg  your  pardon." 

"No  need,"  he  replied  quickly.  "Let's  go 
over  and  watch  the  artillery." 


sorts  of  gymnastics,  superintended  by  all  the 
officers,  who  took  turns  in  getting  into  the 
sports.  These  events  helped  pass  away  the 
time,  which  'was  long  enough,  and  also  fur- 
nished the  necessary  exercise  to  keep  us  in 
excellent  trim. 

Commemorating  the  passing  of  one  of 
America's  greatest  men,  Theodore  Roosevelt, 
the  entire  regiment  marched  on  Wednesday 
afternoon,  January  8,  to  a  field  near  Jezain- 
ville,  where  a  salute  of  twenty-one  guns  was 
fired  with  the  colors  dipped.  It  was  with  feel- 
ings of  deepest  regret  that  the  news  of  his 
death  on  January  6  reached  us.  Everyone  had 
the  highest  regard  for  him  both  as  a  statesman 
and  a  man.  His  opinions  and  prophecies  so 
forcibly  put  to  the  public  long  before  our  en- 
trance into  the  war  had  come  true  almost  to  a 
word,  and  we  were  just  beginning  to  realize 
his  sterling  worth.  It  is  for  future  generations 
to  accord  him  his  rightful  place  in  history. 

Although  when  we  first  arrived  in  Pont-a- 
Mousson    w^e    had    turned    in    our    horses   and 


One  Battery  C  private  to  another  at  Conflans: 

"Where   do  you  bathe?" 

**In  the  spring." 

"I  didn't  ask  you  when;  I  asked  you  where." 


thought  ourselves  well  rid  of  them,  yet  on  Jan- 
uary I  7  a  big  bunch  of  our  pets,  both  horses 
and  mules,  were  invited  into  our  midst  by 
Lieutenant  Sheffield  and  Sergeant  Hensler, 
who  had  journeyed  to  a  town  near  Lagney  for 
them.  Straightway  we  stood  to  heel  and  pre- 
pared to  groom.  Of  course,  most  of  our  com- 
petitive games  were  then  cut  out,  but  water- 
ing and  grooming  horses  became  both  exercise 
and  foot  drill  combined,  with  Captain  Baxter 


as  drillmaster.  We  will  always  remember  his 
commands  at  water  call,  "Line  'em  up!  Seven 
in  a  row!  Left  oblique  to  the  watering  trough! 
Yo !  Hey,  there,  hold  him  up !  Show  him 
who's  boss!  Don't  let  him  get  the  best  of 
you!"  These  last  remarks  were  always  direct- 
ed to  someone  holding  or  rather  attempting 
to  hold  a  big,  balky  horse  who  had  no  regard 
for  army  drill  regulations  and  wanted  to  drink 
first.  "If  you  don't  hold  him  I'll  make  him 
wait  till  the  last."  Battery  punishment,  you 
know.  The  morning  water  call  ■was  the  source 
of  much  amusement  for  onlookers. 

Just  about  this  time  it  snowed,  the  first  beau- 
tiful white  which  covered  the  ground,  and  re- 
minded us  of  winters  at  home.  The  tempera- 
ture lowered  and  ice  formed  on  the  canals  and 
also  the  edge  of  the  Moselle. 

Our  celebrated  souvenir  hunters,  of  which 
we  had  several,  were  having  a  hard  time  mak- 
ing raids  on  the  Metz  arsenal.  M.  P.'s  were 
ever  watchful  and  it  was  only  by  careful 
methods  they  were  able  to  run  the  gauntlet. 
However,  the  relic  dealers  were  amply  repaid 
because  German  souvenirs  were  in  big  demand 
and  sold  on  sight.  Even  Marcoff  got  into  the 
game  by  pounding  out  designs  on  German 
77's  and  French   75's. 

On  Wednesday,  February  5th,  when  our  ma- 
teriel was  taken  to  Domgermain  we  knew  we 
would  soon  move  homeward.  That  trip  was 
a  heart-breaker.  The  roadway  was  covered 
with  ice  and  the  animals,  poorly  shod,  slipped 


Corp.  Connelly   (back  in  the  States):    "What! 
Sgt.  Menzier  a  hero?     Why,  he's  a  washout." 
The  Girl:     "But,  Peter,  he  told  me  in  France  he 
was  always  where  the  shells  were  thickest." 

Corp.  Connelly:  "So  he  was — in  charge  of  an 
ammunition  wagon." 


all  over.  The  return  trip  was  worse  as  it  was 
made  through  a  heavy  snow  storm.  No  one 
murmured,  even  the  almost  frozen,  because 
they  knew  it  was  for  the  cause  of  going  home. 
They  arrived  back  on  Saturday,  February  8th. 
During  their  absence  all  the  horses  left  had 
to  be  clipped  and  shifts  worked  day  and  night. 
When  the  horses  which  had  hauled  the  ma- 
teriel away  returned  it  was  necessary  to  clip 
them  also.  Therefore  the  boys  were  doubly 
busy  Saturday  night  and  Sunday,  before  the 
horses  could  be  turned  over  to  the  7th  Divi- 
sion. 

On  Tuesday  morning,  February  1  1  th,  just 
six  months  after  we  first  set  foot  on  foreign 
soil  overseas,  w^e  marched  to  Douillard  and 
entrained  in  the  proverbial  "side-door  Pull- 
mans" (40  hommes  or  8  cheveaux).  Spick 
and  span  service  stripes  w^ere  everywhere  in 
evidence  and  seemed  to  have  sprung  up  over 
night.  This  time  we  were  provided  with 
stoves  and  wood  and  although  greatly  crowd- 
ed yet  made  ourselves  comfortable.     The  start 


—  106  — 


was  made  about  noon  but  ten  men  were  left 
behind  and  we  almost  lost  Lieutenant  Gay 
who  fell  while  running  to  catch  the  train  as  it 
was  pulling  out.  Corporals  Rinehart  and 
Stark,  Privates  Galleano,  Foggiano,  Maglen, 
Kyle,  Morgia,  Molteck,  Massey,  and  Borow- 
sky  were  the  unfortunate  ones.  However,  the 
latter  three,  more  lucky  than  the  rest,  showed 
up  at  Toul,  having  arrived  there  through  the 
efforts  of  Captain  Watkins  of  Brigade  Head- 
quarters. The  others  did  not  rejoin  us  till  we 
had  been  in  Conflans  several  days. 

Wednesday  on  the  train  was  a  wonderful 
day.  The  sun  came  out  bright  and  warm  and 
the  scenery  was  delightful.  We  passed  through 
territory  we  had  not  seen  before  which  gave 


Sgt.  Verry  had  returned  to  Detroit  from 
France,  to  find  that  his  girl  had  been  walking 
out  with  another  young  man,  and  naturally  asked 
her  to  explain  her  frequent  promenades  in  the 
city  with  the  gentleman. 

"Well,  dear,"  she  replied,  "it  was  only  kind- 
ness on  his  part.  He  just  took  me  down  town 
every  day  to  the  library  to  see  if  you  were 
killed." 


us  a  somewhat  different  impression  of  France. 
The  valley  of  the  Loire  was  particularly  in- 
teresting— many  chateaus,  rugged  hills  and 
beautiful  woods  appearing  before  our  eyes. 
We  passed  through  many  towns  on  our  way 
eastward,  as  it  seemed  we  were  always  bound 
to  wander  across  a  greater  part  of  France,  ap- 
parently the  French  way  not  being  to  go  from 
one  place  to  another  in  the  most  direct  route. 
Thursday  morning  after  passing  Tours,  an  in- 
teresting sight  to  view  was  the  cliff  dwellers. 
Their  homes  were  all  along  the  railroad  tracks, 
built  right  into  the  sides  of  hills  and  cliffs. 
Some  of  the  more  well-to-do  had  built  a  front 
on  their  caves,  with  the  general  appearance  of 
a  house. 

Leaving  Tours  we  rolled  along  to  Chateau 
du  Loir  where  our  train  stopped  for  an  hour  or 
so.  It  was  here  we  caught  up  to  the  77th  Divi- 
sion which  was  also  on  its  way  to  Le  Mans. 
Many  were  the  animated  groups,  interestedly 
exchanging  experiences  and  military  gossip. 
Before  pulling  out  of  this  station  we  were  given 
orders  to  police  up  our  "Pullmans"  after  the 
train  started  running.  Then  we  realized  our 
journey  was  nearing  an  end.  We  stopped 
Thursday,  February  1 3th,  in  a  town  called 
Besse-sur-Braye  and  soon  saw  several  of  the 
batteries  getting  off  but  no  orders  appeared  for 
Battery  C.  After  w^aiting  about  half  an  hour, 
hurry-up  orders  came  for  us  to  detrain  and 
the  inevitable  question  arose,  "How  far  do  we 
walk?"  and  the  inevitable  answer  came, 
"About  1 4  kilos,  even  though  the  trains  ran 
right  through  this  town."  We  consumed  the 
usual  time  waiting  for  the  orders  to  move  out. 
Naturally  we  had  to  sneak  up  on  our  new 
billets  under  cover  of  darkness.     The  country 


When  Garvalia  was  a  Corporal  drilling  the 
"squad  of  all  nations,"  he  lost  every  man  be- 
cause in  nmneuvering  around  a  ditch  he  gave 
them  "Back  Step"  and  they  all  fell  into  a  deep 
ditch. 


we  then  passed  through  appeared  a  great  deal 
more  prosperous  than  that  to  which  we  had 
been  accustomed — the  farms  were  well  culti- 
vated, the  highways  in  excellent  shape,  the 
farm  stock  of  better  quality  and  even  the  gen- 
eral appearance  of  the  French  people  was 
more  prosperous. 

Stopping  half  way  on  our  trip  we  opened  up 
our  feast  of  reserve  rations — corned  willy, 
punk  and  tomatoes.  We  started  out  again 
with  renewed  vigor  and  were  soon  passing 
the  old  city  of  St.  Calais.  It  was  here  that 
after  marching  steadily  for  over  an  hour,  our 
famous  marching  song,  "Captain,  Captain, 
When  Do  We  Rest  Again?"  was  composed 
and  sung  to  the  tune  of  "Where  Do  We  Go 
From  Here?" 

We  got  somewhat  mixed  in  our  directions 
and  went  several  kilos  out  of  our  way.  How- 
ever, we  got  located  at  last  in  the  small  town 
of  Conflans,  about  3  kilos  from  St.  Calais.  The 
next  morning  was  spent  in  filling  our  bed 
sacks  with  straw  and  exploring  the  limits  of 
our  confines.  Conflans  is  the  ordinary  type 
of  small  French  town — crooked,  narrow  main 
street,  plenty  of  cafes  and  few  merchandise 
stores.  We  were  quartered  in  all  sorts  of 
buildings  and  the  orderly  room  was  located  in 
a  vacant  store. 

Here  we  first  became  acquainted  with  the 
disagreeable  winter  rains  of  western  France. 
Out  of  the  seventeen  days  we  were  located 
there  it  rained  fifteen.  Most  of  the  boys  had 
wet  feet,  coughs  and  colds  practically  the  en- 
tire time  but  no  one  was  seriously  ill.  Dis- 
mounted and  physical  drill  occupied  a  few 
hours  of  our  time  each  morning  but  we  were 
allowed  passes  to  St.  Calais  each  afternoon 
and    the    time    passed    quickly    enough    even 


One  of  the  funny  sights  of  that  ammunition 
detail  on  the  night  of  Nov.  8th  was  Garvalia 
crawling  for  shelter  from  bursting  German  shells 
underneath  an  ammunition  wagon  loaded  to  the 
brim  with  H.  E.  shells  and  fuses.  We  wonder 
what  would  have  happened  to  Frank  if  a  shell 
had  hit  the  wagon. 


though   we  were   anxious   to   be   on    our   way 
.home. 

Necessity  is  the  mother  of  invention,  so  lack 
of  bathing  facilities  led  to  the  making  of  our 
shower  bath  and  also  a  steam  delouser  for  our 
clothes.  We  managed  to  keep  clean  and  free 
from  cooties,  in  fact  Colonel  Campbell  com- 
plimented us  upon  our  cleanliness.  Someone 
said  cleanliness  was  next  to  godliness,  but  in 
France  'tis  next  to  impossible. 


—  107  — 


Our  most  pleasant  surprise  from  a  military 
standpoint  was  the  St.  Calais  delousing  bath. 
Elsewhere  in  this  book  it  is  described  in  its  en- 
tirety. 'Twas  a  w^onderful  experience  and  the 
beginning  of  our  friendship  for  baths  by  detail. 
From  that  time  on  we  were  deloused,  bathed 
and  inspected  nigh  unto  death  and  also  put  in 
our  time  waiting  for  orders  to  forward  us. 

Sunday,  our  usual  moving  day,  fell  on  March 
2nd  this  year  and  with  full  packs  we  moved 
out  at  8:30  a.  m.,  passing  through  several 
small  towns.  After  marching  2  7  kilos  we  ar- 
rived at  Le  Briel  about  2:30.  The  entire  regi- 
ment was  billeted  around  this  place.  Supper 
was  late  that  evening  as  luck  was  against  us. 
The  stew  had  soured  on  the  way  and  by  mis- 
take salt  instead  of  sugar  was  put  into  the 
coffee.  Then  the  meal  had  to  be  started  all 
over  again.  What  a  w^ild  night  was  spent  in 
that  town  after  supper  was  over!  Sleep  was 
at  a  premium  until  the  "wee  sma"  hours  of  the 
morning  and  then  we  v^ere  awakened  early  by 
the  bugler  who  apparently  never  goes  to  bed. 

It  was  necessary  to  complete  our  journey  to 
Camp  D'Auvoirs  and  the  regiment  made  the 
march  as  a  unit.  The  distance  on  the  3rd 
being  only  1  1  kilometers,  was  made  easily  in 
the  morning.  It  was  raining  when  we  arrived 
and  naturally  disagreeable.  We  marched  prac- 
tically through  the  entire  camp,  as  was  our 
usual  habit,  and  were  billeted  in  dirt  floor 
barracks.  The  mud  outside  was  ankle  deep 
but  on  account  of  the  character  of  the  soil  it 
soon  dried  up.  Rain,  however,  fell  a  good 
deal  of  the  time  we  spent  there.  Several  in- 
spections and  baths  occupied  our  time  and 
soon  Sunday,  March  9th,  rolled  around,  when 
we  were  slated  for  moving  to  the  entraining 
camp  near  Le  Mans.  There  were  several  small 
towns  on  our  road  and  finally  we  marched 
around  the  edge  of  Le  Mans  to  the  railroad 
yards  where  we  found  our  darling  little  French 
side-door  Pullmans  were  missing,  but  in  their 
places  we  had  the  good  old  regulation  U.  S.  A. 
box  cars — 56  men  to  each  car.  The  train  was 
supplied  with  kitchen  cars  and  vfe  had  one 
warm  meal  on  the  trip  which  lasted   from  Le 


In  the  early  Custer  days  "Louie"  Chesnau, 
inarching  in  a  squad,  was  out  of  step.  The 
Corporal  in  charge  yelled  out;  "Get  in  step, 
Chesnau."  Louie  was  heard  to  remark;  '*Maybe 
I'm  right  and  the  rest  are  wrong." 


Mans  to  Brest.  Leaving  this  camp  at  2  :02  the 
same  afternoon  we  passed  through  Conlie,  for-' 
merly  85th  Division  headquarters  camp;  Ev- 
ron,  Laval,  Rennes  and  Morlaix  in  Old  Brit- 
tany. What  a  wild,  rugged  country  it  was 
that  unfolded  itself  before  our  eyes!  Rocks 
and  rocks  everywhere,  small  streams  dashing 
madly  in  and  out  among  the  ravines,  tangled 
underbrush  in  thick  profusion,  stone  huts  with 
mud-thatched   roofs   peeping   from    under    the 


sheltering  side  of  a  hill,  dark  brown  ground 
with  here  and  there  a  patch  of  green  where 
grass  struggled  for  very  existence,  and  over- 
head a  gray,  lowering  sky  always  threatening 
rain  and  generally  carrying  out  its  threats.  Our 
first  impulsive  thought  upon  viewing  this  for- 
bidding landscape  was  "How  do  human  be- 
ings live  with  such  land  to  till?"  but  we  fear  it 
never  will  be  answered.  They  seem  to  exist 
and  apparently  that  is  all. 


Sgt.  Hensler  (to  Mess  Sgt.  DiLaura,  who  was 
suffering  from  seasickness  on  the  Maunganui) ; 
"What's  the  matter,  Pete?      Weak  stomach?" 

Mess  Sgt.  DiLaura  (indignantly);  "What 
makns  you  think  I  got  a  weak  stomach?  Ain't 
I  throwin'  it  as  far  as  anybody?" 


We  detrained  at  Brest  about  10:30  Monday 
morning,  the  tenth,  and  after  lingering  around 
the  railroad  yards  until  12,  marched  to  a  mess 
kitchen,  where  we  had  our  first  meal  of  the 
day.  Then,  after  getting  comfortably  filled, 
we  shouldered  our  packs  and  started  that  long 
uphill  grind  to  Camp  Pontanezen,  about  five 
kilos  out  of  the  city  of  Brest  proper.  'Twas  a 
hard  inarch  and  we  wondered  if  the  end  would 
ever  come. 

Pontanezen  is  a  mammoth  big  camp,  one  full 
of  life  and  activity.  A  different  spirit  seems 
to  pervade  the  atmosphere.  One  almost  feels 
he  is  at  the  outskirts  of  the  good  old  U.  S.  A. 
Anyway,  all  that  separated  us  from  God's 
country  was  the  Atlantic  ocean — a  mere  trifle 
in  our  young  lives  after  spending  seven  months 
in  France. 

We  were  comfortably  located  in  tents  with 
board  floors  and  stoves.  Plenty  of  coal  and 
wrood  and  a  mattress  on  an  iron  spring  cot 
made  life  worth  living.  Board  sidewalks  all 
over  the  camp  kept  us  out  of  most  of  the  mud. 
Situated  right  across  from  Troop  kitchen  1  2, 
we  did  not  have  far  to  go  for  meals  and  the 
feed  was  the  best  we  had  had  in  France  up  to 
that  time.  Secretary  of  the  Navy  Daniels  paid 
the  camp  a  visit  Sunday,  March  23,  and  in 
honor  of  his  presence  we  had  beefsteak  and 
onions,  something  we  certainly  were  not  used 
to,  but  had  not  forgotten  how  to  enjoy. 

In  a  previous  paragraph  we  have  described 
Camp  Pontanezen  as  being  full  of  activity,  and 
it  surely  was  for  Battery  C.  Every  day  al- 
most the  entire  bunch  was  out  on  detail  and 
nights,  too.  Each  division  had  to  furnish  its 
quota  of  work  and  ours  seemed  large  enough. 
The  rock  pile,  the  lumber  yard,  the  wood  pile, 
all  gathered  our  boys  in  and  caused  many  sore 
hands,  backs  and  feelings. 

Being  permitted  to  go  to  Brest,  ■we  took 
advantage  of  the  passes  and  toured  this  an- 
cient city.  Historians  place  the  age  of  Brest 
in  various  centuries,  the  most  general  and  cred- 
ited being  the  third  century  when  it  was 
founded  by  the  Romans.      It  was  successively 


108  — 


held  by  the  Spaniards,  the  English  and  lastly 
by  the  French.  The  old  chateau  situated  on 
the  river  bank  shows  the  style  of  architecture 
of  these  various  nations.  It  was  used  by  them 
as  a  prison  where  persons,  whose  political  and 
religious  views  were  not  in  accord  with  the 
ruling  government,  were  confined  or  put  to 
death  as  expediency  determined.  A  trip 
through  this  dreary,  old  building  left  one  with 
the  feeling  that  it  is  well  indeed  to  live  in  the 
present  century,  unaffected  by  the  Spanish  In- 
quisition or  other  forms  of  torture. 

Our  days  at  Pontanezen  were  the  longest 
of  any  we  spent  in  France,  because  we  w^ere 
so  near  and  yet  so  far,  from  our  own  beloved 
homeland.  On  Sunday,  March  23rd,  word 
came  that  we  were  to  embark  the  following 
morning  and  when  this  news  spread  like  wild- 
fire down  our  row  of  tents  we  all  acted  like 
kids  just  let  out  of  school  for  a  vacation.  Of 
course  we  did  not  know  what  boat  we  would 
board,  but  any  old  tub  was  good  enough  for 
us  as  long  as  we  were  on  our  way  headed  in 
the  right  direction.  Therefore  the  tidings 
that  we  were  to  cross  on  the  Leviathan  was 
glad  news  and  we  considered  ourselves  lucky 
indeed. 

Monday  morning  we  were  up  bright  and 
early  and  had  in  our  packs  all  our  army  be- 
longings ready  to  hike  at  the  word.  We  were 
impatient  at  any  delay  and  desired  to  be  mov- 
ing towards  our  destination.  About  8:30  found 
us  marching  towards  the  Brest  docks  and  upon 
arriving  there  by  devious  ways,  we  were  met 
by  the  good  old  Red  Cross  and  handed  a  pair 
of  SOX  laden  with  good  things  to  eat  and 
smokes.  Then  we  boarded  the  ferry  Knicker- 
bocker and  steamed  out  into  the  harbor  to 
take  the  Leviathan  which  on  account  of  its 
draft  must  be  loaded  in  the  deeper  channels. 

It  seemed  as  tho  our  hopes  to  be  passengers 
on  this  mammoth  ocean  palace  were  to  be 
dashed  into  the  briny  deep,  as  our  little  boat 
circled  round  the  big  one  several  times  and 
apparently  started  away,  as  tho  we  didn't  be- 
long there.  But  at  last  we  were  made  fast  and 
soon  were  running  over  the  gangplank  and 
hastening  to  our  particular  section.  What  a 
whopping  big  boat  she  is — 950  feet  over  all, 
1  00  feet  beam,  and  1  4  decks  !  And  how  those 
officers  could  stow  away  passengers!  We  aft- 
erwards learned  there  were  12,2  74  soldiers  in 
addition  to  the  crew  of  over  2,000  men. 
When  our  regiment  was  settled,  we  were  as- 
signed to  guard,  mess,  and  other  duties  for  the 
entire  trip.  The  quality  and  quantity  of  food 
served  us  was  simply  fine.  Altho  there  were 
only  two  meals  a  day,  yet  each  one  was  as 
large  as  two  ordinary  meals  such  as  we  had 
been  accustomed  to.  We  enjoyed  such  deli- 
cacies as  cake,  pies,  oranges  and  apples,  some- 
thing our  digestive  organs  had  not  been  used 
to  for  almost  a  year. 

A  wonderful  trip  was  made  across.  We  left 
Wednesday,  March  26,  at  6  o'clock  in  the 
evening    and    passed    that    beloved    old    girl 


"Statue  of  Liberty"  about  nine  o'clock  on  the 
morning  of  the  Wednesday  following,  April 
2nd.  Such  rejoicing  as  we  passed  up  the  har- 
bor! We  will  never  forget  our  feelings  at  that 
time.  How  grand  and  glorious  did  New 
York's  sky  line  look  to  us!  The  chilling  wind 
did  not  deter  us  one  whit  from  getting  both 
eyes  full  of  our  native  land.  After  docking 
about  10:30  we  began  to  debark  and  were 
soon  enjoying  the  lunches  put  up  by  the  Red 
Cross,  and  the  candy  and  gum  handed  out  by 
the  Salvation  Army  and  "Y." 

When  this  was  finished  we  boarded  another 
ferry  and  docked  at  Long  Island  City  to  take 
the  Long  Island  cars  for  Camp  Mills.  It 
seemed  strange  indeed  to  ride  in  electric  cars 
and  we  were  kept  busy  taking  in  the  sights 
along  the  railroad.  Everything  was  new  to 
us,  having  been  separated  from  it  for  over 
eight  months.  Our  usual  wait  greeted  us  at 
the  station  and  as  a  consequence  we  arrived  at 
Mills  under  cover  of  darkness.  What  a  differ- 
ent camp  from  the  city  of  tents  we  had  left  in 
July!  New,  clean,  painted  wooden  barracks, 
with  plenty  of  cots,  but  we  were  not  to  enjoy 
much  sleep  that  night  as  word  was  passed 
around  that  we  were  to  be  deloused  again  that 


Several  darkies  were  discussing  the  best 
branch  of  the  service  to  enlist  in,  and  one  darky 
suggested  the  aviation  branch.  This  conversa- 
tion  ensued: 

First  Darky:  "How  come  you  don't  jine  dis 
yer  flying  squad?  Aint  much  chance  to  git  kilt 
after  you  learn  to  ride  one.  You  goes  so  high 
dat  de  guns  can't  reach  you." 

Second  Darky:  "Hold  on  dere,  brudder!  You 
ain't  talkin'  to  me.  I  knows  zactly  how  dat 
thing's  gwine  to  be.  You  goes  up  'bout  three 
miles,  an'  de  dog-gone  contrapshun — hit  stops. 
An'  de  white  man  what  you  is  ridin'  wit",  he  say: 
'Hey,  nigger!  Git  out  an'  crank  up!'  No,  suh ! 
I  don't  need  no  flyin'  in  mine!" 


same  night.  Our  turn  came  about  1  :30  next 
morning  and  w^hen  our  clothes  were  received 
from  the  "Sanitary  Process  Plant"  we  never 
expected  to  be  able  to  get  into  them  again. 
They  were  wrinkled  and  shrunk  up,  hardly  fit 
to  put  on.  However  we  got  what  new  clothes 
we  could  wheedle  out  of  the  supply  officers 
and  then  pieced  out  with  the  old  ones  as  best 
we  could. 

The  next  morning  we  slept  late  and  from 
then  on  reveille  and  retreat  were  a  forgotten 
issue  with  us.  We  were  in  New  York  seeing 
the  bright  lights  most  of  the  time  and  spend- 
ing our  hard  earned  thirty  per.  Passes  for 
twenty-one  hours  furnished  us  ample  time  to 
view  the  sights  along  Broadway. 

The  camp  mess  kept  us  well  fed  and  our  mess 
fund  furnished  its  many  additional  delicacies 
and  most  of  us  put  on  weight  while  at  Mills. 
Of  course  we  wanted  to  get  home  and  could 
see  no  reason  for  holding  us,  but  such  is  army 
life  that  no  answer  comes  of  questioning.  We 
were  located  in  Mills  from  April  2nd   to  the 


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1  7th.  On  the  latter  morning  we  were  to  en- 
train at  10  o'clock,  but  for  reasons  not  known 
to  us  did  not  board  the  tourist  sleepers  till 
4.30  that  afternoon,  leaving  the  station  at  5. 
Our  old  friends,  Bully  Beef  and  Canned  Toma- 
toes, were  on  the  car  platform  to  greet  us  as 
we  clambered  up  the  steps,  and  we  had  fond 
cinticipations  of  a  famous  old  time  meal  with 
them  as  honored  guests. 

That  night  found  us  pounding  along  thru 
New  York  State  in  good  old  U.  S.  fashion. 
Most  of  us  flipped  a  coin  to  see  who  would  be 
the  lucky  one  to  sleep  alone  in  the  upper  berth, 
as  three  were  assigned  to  each  two  seats.  It 
had  been  such  a  long  time  since  any  of  us  had 
ever  ridden  in  a  sleeper,  we  had  almost  for- 
gotten how  to  undress  in  one  Eind  where  to 
hang  our  clothes.  But  at  last  we  fell  asleep 
dreaming  of  home  and  loved  ones  we  were 
soon  to  see.  We  had  hoped  to  wake  up  near 
Michigan,  but  troop  trains  generally  travel 
much  slower  towards  home  than  their  passen- 
gers desire  and  we  did  not  reach  the  Falls  til' 
noon.  Our  engineer  friend  let  us  have  a  good 
peek  at  the  Canadian  Falls,  the  first  view  most 
of  us  had  ever  given  it,  and  after  our  experi- 
ence in  foreign  countries,  we  all  said  "We're 
going  to  see  America  first  hereafter." 

At  St.  Thomas  we  caught  up  to  some  of  the 
preceding  sections  and  followed  them  to  De- 
troit. A  wonderful  view  of  a  wonderful  coun- 
try greeted  our  eyes  when  we  emerged  from 
the  darkness  of  the  M.  C.  tunnel.  Shrieks, 
howls,    catcalls,    issued    from    our    lusty   lungs. 


Soldier  (with  cooties):  "Now  I  know  why 
Napoleon's  pose  was  always  with  one  hand  in- 
side his  blouse." 


And  when  the  train  was  brought  to  a  stand- 
still, the  old  depot  was  humming  with  activity. 
Hurrying,  scurrying  friends  rushing  to  and  fro 
to  find  loved  ones.  Mothers,  fathers,  sisters, 
brothers,  sweethearts,  most  of  whom  had  been 
on  watch  all  day  long  and  many  of  whom  had 
bribed  the  door  guards,  or  brakemen  or  even 
porters  to  let  them  into  the  main  concourse. 

For  the  half  hour  we  were  in  Detroit  every- 
thing was  excitement  and  many  never-to-be- 
forgotten  scenes  were  enacted.  Naturally  we 
had  to  part  and  we  were  soon  speeding  on  the 
last  lap  of  our  journey  and  towards  demobil- 
ization. It  couldn't  come  any  too  soon  for  us. 
We  reached  Battle  Creek  and  were  detrained 
on  the  sidetrack  while  a  preceding  train  pulled 
into  camp,  unloaded  and  backed  out  again. 
But  at  last  we  arrived  at  our  starting  point, 
nine  months  from  the  time  we  had  left  for 
overseas,  and  were  assigned  to  barracks  in  the 
five  hundred  block  instead  of  the  twelve  hun- 
dred we  had  formerly  occupied.  After  an  all 
night  and  day  session  on  the  train  we  were 
ready  for  bed  and  soon  "hitting  the  straw." 

The  next  morning  we  opened  our  eyes  to 


behold  the  same  old  unpainted,  dingy  barracks 
we  had  been  accustomed  to,  so  long  ago. 
They  show^ed  signs  of  wear  and  tear  and  were 
in  direct  contrast  to  the  freshly-painted  build- 
ings at  Camp  Mills.  After  having  been  used 
to  feeding  in  troop  kitchens  where  we  were 
rushed  thru  at  double  time,  the  several  hour 
wait  we  had  for  each  meal  was  not  very  pleas- 
ant. At  noon  it  was  announced  passes  would 
be  granted  to  Detroit  and  a  grand  rush  was 
made  to  the  bus  line  to  catch  the  earliest  pos- 
sible train.  Everyone  who  made  that  trip  to 
Detroit  came  back  Monday  morning  on  time, 
something  unusual  for  our  bunch. 

On  Monday  the  demobilization  detachment 
got  busy  and  started  us  thru  the  mill  and  this 
operation  took  till  Wednesday  morning,  April 
23rd,  when  we  became  civilians  again.  There 
was  much  handshaking,  and  many  goodbyes 
said.  True  friendships  had  been  formed 
which  were  to  live  on  and  be  cherished  by  all. 
The  parting  of  the  ways  had  come  for  many  of 
us,  but  we  vowed  to  keep  in  touch  w^ith  each 
other  and  if  possible  visit  together  as  often  as 
convenient. 

Our  "bit"  in  the  great  world  war  had  been 
done  and  while  we  were  glad  it  was  completed 
we  knew  we  could  think  back  with  satisfac- 
tion, feeling  we  had  accomplished  whatever 
had  been  asked  of  us.  In  closing  our  trip  from 
Custer  thru  France  and  back  to  Custer,  it  will 
not  be  inappropriate  to  leave  a  parting  mes- 
sage to  our  officers.  Captain  C.  A.  Baxter, 
Lieutenants  J.  B.  Gay,  W.  B.  Bartlett,  A.  R. 
Sheffield  and  H.  J.  Dickie.  They  have  stood 
by  us  and  with  us  during  our  trials  and  tribula- 
tions. Their  hearty  comradeship,  their 
thoughts  in  our  behalf,  their  humane  feelings, 
all  helped  to  bind  our  battery  and  officers 
more  firmly  together.  The  association  of  two 
hundred  men  from  ten  to  twenty-one  months 
rubs  off  most  of  the  rough  corners  so  that  the 
majority  fit  together  nicely.  Naturally  there 
are  aWays  some  misfits,  but  in  the  main  we 
have  been  a  congenial  crowd  even  under  the 
most  trying  conditions  when  a  man's  real  char- 
acter is  brought  out.  Battery  C  has  sustained 
thruout  the  329th  Regiment  a  reputation  of 
always  being  on  the  job  and  this  was  due  in 
no  small  measure  to  our  officers,  who  took  an 
interest  in  their  men  and  their  work. 

In  our  service  overseas  not  a  man  was  lost 
from  actual  warfare  and  we  were  blessed  by 
being  free  from  serious  sickness.  We  return 
to  our  starting  point  in  the  pink  of  condition, 
changed  physically  and  mentally,  and  as  we 
leave  for  our  civilian  pursuits  whatever  they 
may  be  our  farewell  to  one  another  is,  "May 
Providence  watch  over  and  care  for  us  in  the 
future  as  it  has  done  in  the  past."  Our  future 
success  in  the  business  world  lies  in  taking  up 
our  uncompleted  work  where  it  was  left  off 
and  by  striving  with  might  and  main,  press  on 
towards  the  goal  ■which  is  our  aim. 

SERGEANT  L.  J.  MENZIES. 

Battery  C  Editor. 


—  IIO~. 


When  you  get  home 


DONT  SHOCK    SOCIETy 
BY    tOOKING  FOR  YOUR  NUMBER 
ON    YOUR     FORK  I! 


Rl/Y    A    HORSE 
AND  ALL   OF  YOUR 
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TRAINING 
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Battery  D,  329th  Field  Artillery,  was 
formed  on  the  fifth  day  of  September,  1917, 
at  Camp  Custer,  Michigan,  with  Clifford  M. 
LaMar,  of  Baraboo,  Wis.,  as  Captain,  George 
S.  Wiley,  of  Detroit,  as  First  Lieutenant,  Stacy 
L.  Brown,  of  Beloit,  Wis.,  Harry  H.  Gemuend, 
of  loniei,  H.  M.  Stevens,  of  Detroit,  and  Smith, 
of  Detroit,  as  Second  Lieutenants.  First  Lieu- 
tenant Walter  S.  Bartlett,  of  Milwaukee,  ar- 
rived a  few  weeks  later. 

The  first  assignment  of  recruits  came  from 
the  sixth  district  of  Detroit.  They  had  re- 
ported at  the  Detroit  Armory  for  examination, 
and  were  given  their  last  civilian  meal,  and  in- 
cidentally their  first  one  at  government  ex- 
pense, at  Al  Smith's  lunch  emporium  on  Cad- 
illac Square.  They  experienced  their  first 
military  training  under  the  direction  of  a  Cor- 
poral, ■who  was  in  charge  of  the  consignment. 

Al  Burns,  Elmer  Stracke  and  John  Wiciak 
were  assigned  to  Battery  "D."  They  were  in- 
terviewed by  Capt.  LaMar  and  were  then  is- 
sued their  first  equipment  by  the  army.  It 
consisted  of  two  towels,  a  bar  of  soap,  a  cou- 
ple of  blankets,  an  iron  cot  and  a  bed  sack. 
These  were  carried  upstairs,  to  the  portion  of 
the  building  allotted  to  "D"  battery.  They 
were  then  directed  to  a  stra'w  stack  about  a 
half  a  mile  away  and  instructed  to  fill  their 
bed  sacks. 

Upon  their  return  they  were  ready  for  their 
first  attack  on  the  army  slum,  which  did  not 
prove  to  conform  with  their  idea  of  a  regular 
meal.  A  civilian  cook  was  in  charge  of  the 
regimental  kitchen.  He  was  called  "Daddy" 
by  the  fellows,  and  had  formerly  been  a 
"Mess"  Sergeant  in  the  National  Guard.  They 
were  then  permitted  to  go  to  their  sleeping 
quarters.  Lieutenant  Carnahan,  who  was  act- 
ing 1  St  Sergeant,  gave  them  permission  to  go 
anywhere  inside  the  camp  limits,  but  warned 
them  not  to  get  lost,  as  there  were  no  lights  in 
the  camp,  except  one  large  search  light  upon 
a  high  pole  near  the  entrance.  He  also  im- 
parted the  cheerful  information  that  reveille 
would  blow  at  5:30,  and  that  ten  minutes 
would  be  allotted  for  dressing. 

Following  reveille,    the  regiment  was  given 


I^ATTERY  D 


thirty  minutes  before  breakfast  for  its  morning 
ablutions,  and  to  clean  up  quarters.  After 
mess  came  the  police  of  camp.  The  tidy 
housewives  of  Holland  could  not  have  kept 
their  homes  any  more  scrupulously  clean  than 
did  the  men  at  Camp  Custer.  Shortly  after, 
the  newsboys  came  along  with  the  Detroit 
papers  and  Burns  says  he  learned  that  they 
were  given  a  nice,  hot  meal  and  dry  clothes 
upon  their  arrival. 

At  ten  o'clock  the  recruits  were  given  a 
physical  examination.  This  ceremony  is  very 
elaborate  upon  entering  the  army.  The  condi- 
tion of  every  part  of  your  body  and  system  is 
discerned  and  properly  tabulated.  Your  fin- 
gerprints, birthmarks  and  scars  are  recorded. 

At  three  o'clock  in  the  afternoon  the  second 
contingent  arrived.  "D"  w^as  given  ten  more 
embryo  artillerymen,  among  whom  were  H. 
N.  Stoutenburg,  H.  W.  Butler,  Clarence  D. 
Walker,  Wm.  C.  Carpenter,  Roy  Brown,  S. 
MarzofF  and  Joe  Double.  These  men  were 
initiated  in  about  the  same  manner  as  those 
who  came  before. 

During  the  days  which  followed  "D"  was 
busy  going  thru  the  regular  army  inspections, 
and  at  the  same  time  learning  the  preliminary 
steps  in  the  making  of  a  soldier.  They  heard 
the  martial  law  read  and  discussed.  They 
learned  of  the  serious  side  of  w^ar  as  told  in 
the  Articles  of  War  and  were  surprised  at  the 
numerous  misdemeanors  a  soldier  could  com- 
mit in  order  to  get  a  court  martial.  The  iron 
bunks  looked  pretty  hard  to  their  civilicm 
minds,  but  long  before  "Finis  la  Guerre"  they 
were  glad  to  admit  the  superiority  of  Custer 
beds.  The  Military  Order  of  K.  P.'s  was  not 
overly  popular,  but  all  were  initiated  and  taken 
in  just  the  same.  Dismounted  drill  wore  sadly 
on  the  dispositions  of  the  officers  as  well  as  on 
the  tired,  aching  feet  of  the  rookies.  Some 
wore  oxfords,  some  heavy  working  shoes,  and 
others  English  cut  dress  models.  Kitchen  po- 
lice, room  orderlies,  latrine  police  and  fatigue 
details  were  given  to  the  men  impartially,  irre- 
spective of  their  former  walks  in  life.  The 
fusing  qualities  of  the  great  American  National 
Army  were  almost  unbelievable. 


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Battery  "D" — Taken   at   Camp  Mills 


Crude;,  indeed,  were  the  bathing  facilities  at 
Custer,  which  later  gave  way  in  favor  of  com- 
fortable, steam-heated  bathhouses,  with  hot 
and  cold  showers.  During  the  early  stages  it 
was  necessary  for  the  men  to  .walk  about  a  half 
mile  south  of  the  camp  to  a  small  stream, 
where  a  stockade  had  been  erected.  Here 
were  tables  and  tubs  and  a  few  cold  water 
shovs^ers. 

Battery  "D"  moved  to  a  new  building,  bar- 
racks number  4  1  5,  which  was  partially  shared 
with  Supply  Company.  It  was  in  these  new 
quarters  that  the  large  consignment  of  recruits 


which  arrived  on  the  20th  of  September  were 
to  be  received.  A  large  portion  of  the  time 
was  spent  in  making  preparations  to  receive 
them.  Between  drill,  hikes,  maneuvers  and  in- 
spections, time  was  found  to  unload  a  car  of 
iron  cots  and  carry  them  to  the  barracks.  To 
assist  in  the  training  of  recruits  a  number  of 
regular  army  non-coms  were  sent  from  Texas 
to  Custer.  Sergeant  1.  J.  Ackerman  and  Cor- 
poral R.  B.  Patterson  were  assigned  to  "D." 

Eventually  the  20th  arrived  and  brought 
with  it  nearly  a  hundred  more  recruits.  The 
old  men  having  received  a  portion  of  their  uni- 


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forms,  tried  to  assume  the  airs  of  regulars  when 
in  the  presence  of  the  new  men,  especially  as 
most  of  them  were  selected  by  the  Captain  as 
acting  non-coms,  to  assist  in  the  course  of  in- 
struction. 

Shortly  after  moving  to  415,  the  33rd  Na- 
tional Guards,  who  had  been  doing  interior 
guard  duty  in  the  cantonment,  moved  to 
Texas,  and  burden  of  the  guard  then  fell  on 
the  Custer  men.  Seven  organizations  of  our 
regiment  furnished  the  regimental  guard,  alter- 
nately. Battery  "D"  drew  Sunday.  But  they 
heaped  coals  of  fire  on  the  Regimental  Head 
by  executing  the  best  guard  mounts.  Capt.  La- 
Mar  took  pride  in  this  formation  and  by  prac- 
tice the  men  were  soon  able  to  outclass  the 
regiment,  at  guard  mount.  (Ed. — In  their 
opinion.)  No  guns  were  issued  as  yet,  and. 
sticks  were  substituted.  At  times  this  fact 
caused  amusement  to  some  parties  implicated 
in  the  incidents.  One  very  dark  night.  Acker- 
man,   Sergeant  of  the  guard,   was  reconnoiter- 


After 
second 


Capt.  Clifford  M.  Iia  Mar 

ing  his  posts,  w^hen  a  guard  called,  "Halt! 
Who's  there?"  Ackerman  did  not  answer 
altho  his  movements  could  be  heard, 
his  command  had  been  ignored  the 
time,  the  guard  called,  "Halt,  or  I'll  fire!"  Of 
course,  Ackerman  knew  what  kind  of  a  gun 
he  had  and  so  continued  on  his  way,  to  the 
wonderment  of  the  guard  who  did  not  know 
to  whom  he  had  been  talking. 

On  October  I  st.  Lieutenant  Stevens  was 
transferred  to  Camp  Jackson.  On  the  2nd, 
Corporal  Patterson  was  made  a  sergeant.  On 
October  7th,  Hall,  Walker,  Stracke,  Stouten- 
berg,  Butler  and  Carpenter  were  made  Cor- 
porals. 

At  this  time  the  men  were  receiving  their 
"shots  in  the  arm"  and  many  were  sick.  A 
new  feature  was  also  added  to  the  schedule, 
that  of  grooming  horses  at  the  remount  sta- 
tion. A  gun  position  was  built  and  camou- 
flaged. No  guns  were  available  so  some  were 
improvised.  The  carpenters  and  mechanics 
pieced  together  wheels,  soap  boxes  and  sal- 
vaged fixtures  from  an  old  bath  room  and 
made  some  very  presentable  three-inch  pieces. 
Mascots  became  the  vogue  and  Battery  "D" 
tried  several  dogs  and  cats  which  were  not 
quite  suitable,  until  one  day  Carpenter  brought 


in  a  muddy,  sorrowful,  pitiful  looking,  cowed 
Airedale.  This  seemed  to  meet  the  require- 
ments. He  was  dubbed  "Bum."  But  he  fell 
from  grace  by  constantly  breaking  the  ninth 
general  order,  which  resulted  in  a  summary 
court-martial  and  dismissal  from  the  camp 
areas. 

Passes  were  issued  to  Battle  Creek  promis- 
cuously, and  to  cities  farther  away  in  limited 
numbers.  Visitors  flocked  to  the  camp  every 
Sunday.  Automobiles  were  continually  flit- 
ting about  the  camp  streets.  Kodaks  were 
intercepted  at  the  entrance  and  a  carload  of 
them  was  checked  and  piled  in  a  heap  there 
every  Sunday.  In  spite  of  this  precaution 
many  excellent  pictures  of  Custer  and  camp 
life  were  taken. 

On  November  3rd  Handley  wras  warranted 
a  Corporal  and  Hall  advanced  to  Sergeant. 
Sergeant  Patterson  was  promoted  to  First  Ser- 
geant. 

The  artillery  section  of  the  camp  became 
completed  and  the  1 60th  Field  Artillery  Bri- 
gade moved  to  the  west  end  of  the  camp  in 
time  for  their  first  Thanksgiving  dinner  in  the 
army.  Each  organization  was  given  a  large 
barracks  and  a  spacious  recreation  building. 
As  the  new  recruits  began  to  come  in  as  a  re- 
sult of  later  drafts  and  the  organizations  took 
on  war  strength  the  recreation  buildings  had  to 
be  used  as  barracks.  "D"  was  located  in 
buildings  1306-1317. 

As  time  went  on  "D"  lost  men  by  transfer 
and  new  recruits  came  to  take  their  places. 
This  meant  continual  drill  and  study  to  keep 
the  Battery  at  an  efficient  standard.  A  non- 
comissioned  officers'  school  was  established 
and  complete  equipment  and  uniforms  were 
issued  to  the  men. 

During  December  Herbert  A.  Malin,  Ben 
Smith,  Lawrence  A.  Ward,  Frank  B.  Miles, 
Harold  Candler,  Paul  B.  Sidler,  Harry  A. 
Chrysler  and  Luther  H.  Atkinson  were  made 
Corporals,  Edward  F.  Seager  was  made  Sup- 
ply Sergeant  and  Corporal  Butler  advanced  to 
Sergeant. 

Gas  instruction  w^as  added  to  the  curriculum 
and  gas  mask  drill  became  an  important  fea- 
ture. Horses  were  drawn  and  the  barracks 
formerly  used  by  civilian  laborers  were  trans- 
formed into  stables.  Corrals  w^ere  built.  A. 
W.  O.  L.  crept  into  the  tranquility  of  the  sys- 
tem and  resulted  in  several  court-martials.  A 
regimental  school  of  fire  was  installed  and  "D" 
sent  her  quota  of  men.  A  Battery  Command- 
er's Detail  w^as  very  vaguely  formed  and  a 
number  of  men  were  given  the  technical  in- 
struction needed  in  modern  warfare.  Ameri- 
can 3-inch  guns  \fere  issued,  with  equipment. 


Sergt.  Ward  received  a  letter  from  his  girl 
asking  why  he  wasn't  an  officer.  He  replied 
that  he  qualified  as  a  Sergeant. 


114  — 


Sub-calibre  firing,  followed  later  by  problems 
on  indirect  firing  with  shrapnel,   resulted. 

Corporals  Atkinson,  Walker  and  Stouten- 
burg  were  promoted  to  Sergeants  by  the  mid- 
dle of  January.  In  the  meantime  Corpora! 
Hall,  Sergeant  Patterson  and  Private  Mc- 
Lachlan  were  sent  to  the  Officers'  Training 
School.  Sergeant  Butler  was  made  Stable  Ser- 
geant, and  Corporal  Smith,  Mess  Sergeant. 
Sergeant  Ackerman  again  acted  in  the  capacity 
of  1st  Sergeant.  He  continued  in  this  position 
until  early  February  when  he  was  sent  to  Bri- 
gade School  and  Sergeant  Stoutenburg  put  in 
his  place.  Sergeant  Stoutenburg  carried  on 
this  work  until  his  turn  came  to  go  to  the 
school  of  fire,  when  he  was  succeeded  by  Ser- 
geant Atkinson,  who  was  warranted  1  st  Ser- 
geant on  March  20.  Lieutenants  Brown  and 
Bartlett  were  advanced  to  ist  Lieutenants  on 
January  I,   1918. 

The  winter  was  one  of  the  hardest  ever 
known  in  Michigan,  the  snow  piled  to  the  win- 
dow ledges.  Combating  the  undesirable  ef- 
fects of  nature's  onslaught  sufficed  to  keep  sev- 
eral men  busy  all  of  the  time.  Floods  fol- 
lowed and  the  stables  suffered  most.  Groom- 
ing muddy  horses  was  bad,  but  grooming 
them  in  water  was  worse.  During  the  wet  and 
muddy  periods  it  was  necessary  to  exercise  the 
horses.  This  was  tedious  and  unpleasant.  Af 
many  periods  the  Battery  was  short  of  men, 
which  forced  non-coms  and  privates  to  work 
together,  long  and  late.  Coal  had  to  be  shov- 
eled and  fires  kept  up,  stables  and  horses  cared 
for,  harness  kept  clean  and  the  barracks 
mopped  and  swept,  meals  had  to  be  prepared 
and  cooked  and  dishes  washed.  Special  duty 
and  office  men  and  those  going  to  school  di- 
minished the  ranks  from  which  to  choose  de- 
tails. During  the  course  of  instruction  it  was 
necessary  to  study  the  British  75's  and  several 
problems  were  fired  with  them  on  the  range. 
Mounted  passes  were  issued  on  Saturday  after- 
noons and  Sundays  and  many  enjoyable  trips 
to  nearby  towns  were  made  possible.  Pistol 
practice  was  inaugurated  and  reviews  came 
periodically. 

Volunteers  were  called  for  to  go  to  Wash- 
ington as  lumberjacks,  to  assist  in  getting  ma- 
terial for  aeroplanes.  The  Tank  Service,  En- 
gineers and  Officers'  Training  Schools,  Dis- 
charges and  Desertions  each  drew  a  little  on 
the  Battery.  It  was  an  enormous  task  to  make 
a  capable  fighting  Battery  under  the  difficulties 
which  arose. 

The  Y.  M.  C.  A.,  K.  of  C.  and  Liberty  The- 
atre offered  some  diversion.  Athletic  meets 
in  the  spring  proved  popular.  Singing  schools 
were  started  and  in  the  spring  baseball  and 
push-ball  became  favorite  sports.  And  then 
there  was  "Sick  Call,"  the  old  reliable  which 
could  be  depended  upon  to  pull  a  man  out  of 
work  once  in  a  while,  if  he  was  not  pushed  too 
hard  or  too  often.  This  was  counteracted  by 
the  96th  General  Order.  Whenever  a  man 
was  due  for  punishment  and  no  other  martial 


law  specifically  governed  his  case  the  96th  wa» 
always  on  deck  to  fill  the  need. 

During  March  Corporal  Stracke's  status  was 
changed  from  Corporal  to  Cook.  Corporals 
Ward  and  Miles  were  made  Sergeants.  April 
saw  Louis  H.  Erkfitz  made  Corporal,  Dudley 
P.  Miller  made  Cook  and  Corporal  Handley 
made  a  Sergeant.  Private  McLachlan  returned 
from  the  O.  T.  S.  In  the  course  of  the  next 
month  Private  McLachlan  was  made  a  Cor- 
poral.     Corporal    Chrysler    advanced    to   Ser- 


FlrBt  Iiient.  Andrew  H.  Thompson 

geant.  Cook  Miller  made  a  Sergeant  and  later 
Mess  Sergeant.  Sergeant  Walker  returned 
from  Training  School.  Sergeant  Smith  was 
made  a  cook. 

Many  amusing  incidents  happened  at  Custer 
which  will  be  cherished  by  those  w^ho  will 
never  forget.  No  one  present  will  forget  the 
time  our  rotund  Cook,  Ben  Smith,  was  assisted 
in  mounting  a  horse  by  Lieutenant  Brown.  He 
did  not  seem  to  realize  that  he  was  to  stop 
when  directly  over  the  horse,  so  continued  on 
to  terra  firma  on  opposite  side.  And  then  our 
routine  was  marred  by  Theo.  Kallas,  a  Greek, 
who  came  with  the  February  draft.  He  was 
dealt  with  very  forcibly  in  the  Battery  with 
no  avail  and  finally  v^ras  sent  to  Fort  Leaven- 
w^orth  for  fifteen  years. 

In  early  June  Corporal  Sidler,  Corporal 
Malim  and  Corporal  McLachlan  were  made 
Sergeants  and  Privates  Ambrose  and  Hodson 
were  made  Corporals. 

In  June  the  largest  draft  came  and  filled  the 
organization  to  war  strength  again.  The  ad- 
vance party,  consisting  of  Lieutenants  Thomp- 
son and  Bartlett,  Sergeant  McLachlan  and  Pri- 
vate Temple,  left  on  July  1  0  for  France.  Ex- 
citement ran  high  in  camp.  When  would  we 
go?  Where  would  we  go?  We  began  to 
scent  the  fury  of  battle  from  afar.  Tension 
reigned.  The  camp  was  quarantined.  Passes 
were  banned.  The  men  who  came  in  June 
were   not   permitted    to   see   their   relatives   or  - 


—  115  — 


friends.  Time  ■was  short,  everything  must  be 
done  quickly.  Uniforms  were  issued  to  the 
new  men.  After  a  w^eek  and  a  half  of  exam- 
inations, vaccinations  and  inspections  they 
mingled  with  the  old  men  and  were  barely 
distinguishable,  except  in  drill.  They  were 
drilled  hard  in  order  to  get  them  in  as  good 
a  shape  as  possible  before  leaving  Custer. 

The  Battery  was  divided  into  properly  pro- 
portioned sections  and  platoons.  Acting  non- 
coms  were  appointed  to  fill  the  vacancies 
which  this  arrangement  made.  Inspections  fol- 
lowed inspections.  Complete  equipment  was 
issued.  Finally  the  word  came  and  we  left 
Camp  Custer  at  I  I  :00  a.  m.,  July  16th.      Bat- 


First  Uent.  Stacy  Ii.  Brown 

tery  "C"  w^as  on  the  same  train.  The  trains 
left  about  one  hour  apart,  four  being  necessary 
tc  carry  the  regiment.  We  passed  thru  Detroit 
about  4:30  p.  m.  The  Red  Cross  served  us  a 
lunch  at  the  station.  The  train  stopped  for 
over  an  hour  about  midnight  at  Niagara  Falls, 
Canada.  The  Canadian  Red  Cross  gave  us 
cigarettes  and  chocolate  candy.  We  followed 
the  West  Shore  Railroad  and  stopped  at  Ra- 
venna, New  York,  for  exercise.  We  reached 
Wehawken,  New  Jersey,  about  4:00  p.  m., 
July  1  7,  where  we  waited  for  the  remainder 
of  the  regiment,  before  crossing  ^ew  York 
Harbor  by  ferry  to  Brooklyn.  We  then  took 
the  Long  Island  R.  R.  to  Garden  City  and  de- 
trained. We  marched  to  Camp  Mills,  arriving 
about   1  1  :30.      It  was  dark  and  raining. 

Our  entrance  into  Camp  Mills  was  marked 
with  weariness  and  exhaustion.  Many  men  fell 
out  of  ranks  and  followed  later.  The  Garden 
City  parks  were  dotted  wth  perspiring  men, 
who  stopped  a  few  minutes  to  recuperate. 
Water  was  scarce  and  we  were  all  thirsty.  The 
heavy  packs  were  bearing  on  our  tired  shoul- 
ders and  the  mud  was  clinging  to  our  shoes. 
We  slept  that  night  under  shelter  of  tents  in 
the  farthest  corner  of  the  camp. 


Camp  Mills  was  obscured  by  dust  during 
the  greater  part  of  our  stay  there.  Our  two 
weeks'  sojourn  in  Camp  Mills  was  a  very  busy 
one.  Passes  were  granted  to  New  York  City, 
Rockaway  Beach,  Jamaica,  Hemstead  and 
other  nearby  points.  Ice  cream  was  sold  in 
the  canteens,  six  bricks  for  a  half  dollar.  This 
was  our  last  taste  of  ice  cream  until  our  return 
to  America,  except  the  tiny  bites  sold  on  the 
boat  at  very  exorbitant  British  prices.  Mineola 
Aviation  Field,  one  of  the  largest  aviation  cen- 
ters of  the  country,  was  located  at  Camp  Mills, 
and  the  sky  was  usually  darkened  by  aero- 
planes. It  was  our  first  chance  to  see  fighting 
planes  and  their  maneuvers  were  very  fascinat- 
ing. Dozens  of  them  were  over  our  heads  at 
all  times.  One  plane  made  a  fatal  landing  and 
swooped  so  near  our  Battery,  which  was  drill- 
ing, that  the  men  were  forced  to  drop  to  the 
ground  for  safety. 

Camp  Mills  was  located  on  a  very  level  ex- 
tent of  country  and  ample  room  was  given  to 
drill  grounds.  We  slept  in  tents,  arranged  in 
company  streets.  Each  tent  contained  eight 
iron  cots.  Every  day  we  furled  the  tents  for 
three  hours.  Policing  orders  were  very  strict 
in  Mills  and  this  city  of  tents  always  presented 
a  neat,  spectacular  appearance.  The  greatest 
offset  was  the  dust,  which  penetrated  our 
clothes  and  made  cleanliness  next  to  impossi- 
ble. 

Inspections  were  thrust  upon  us  mercilessly. 
Clothing,  personnel,  physical,  mess  kit,  can- 
teen, and  inspection  of  our  tents  and  bunks, 
helped  to  shorten  the  trying  days  on  the  eve 
of  our  departure.  Clothing  was  issued  and 
turned  in,  re-issued,  inspected  and  checked. 
Orders  were  confusing  and  confused.  We 
were  impatient  and  irritable  toward  discipline. 
We  wanted  to  go  over!  Finally  overseas  caps 
were  issued.  They  created  many  laughs  and 
their  practicability  was  questioned.  Later 
they  proved  their  efficiency.  Spiral  leggings, 
or  puttees,  were  issued  and  many  a  battle  was 
won  by  persistence  and  endurance  in  the  early 
morning  hour  of  reveille.  Here  we  lost  ex- 
Corporal  Candler,  one  of  the  most  popular 
fellows  in  the  outfit.  He  was  sent  to  the 
hospital.  Privates  Cochran,  Schiff,  Knapp, 
Johnson  and  "Ink"  Mcintosh  were  also 
left  in  the  hospital.  "Ink"  was  undoubtedly 
one  of  the  most  amusing  characters  we  have 
ever  met.  He  was  of  Scotch  descent  and  had 
many  peculiarities.  It  was  his  lot  to  be  the 
butt  of  many  a  joke.  It  was  worth  the  admis- 
sion price  to  any  show^  to  see  him  try  to  change 
step,  or  carry  out  any  military  command. 
Fourteen  casuals  were  assigned  to  us  here.  The 
office  work  was  tremendous.  A  great  many 
records  had  to  be  made  and  many  details  at- 
tended to,  relative  to  allotments,  addresses, 
etc.  Sergeant  Malim,  battery  clerk,  assisted 
by  Sergeant  Ambrose  and  Corporal  Hanna, 
worked  all  the  day  and  all  of  the  night,  previ- 
ous to  our  leaving,  to  get  the  sailing  list  in 
proper  shape.     Office  facilities  were  very  poor. 


116  — 


Before  leaving  Mills,  Henry  Sigg  was  trans- 
ferred from  Battery  "F"  to  us.  Ciaccia  and 
Olaskowicz  were  A.  W.  O.  L.  and  did  not  sail 
with  us. 

At  noon,  July  30th,  we  left  Camp  Mills  and 
marched  to  the  Garden  City  depot.  Here  we 
entrained  and  rode  to  Long  Island  City  on 
East  River  and  then  were  ferried  to  South 
Brooklyn  piers,  where  our  ship,  the  "Maun- 
ganui,"  a  New  Zealand  boat,  awaited.  After 
several  hours'  delay  in  the  sheds,  we  em- 
barked. The  boat  did  not  leave  until  ten 
o'clock  the  next  day.  It  was  the  beginning  of 
our  trip  across  the  big  pond  and  orders  were 
laid  down  pretty  stiffly.  Among  other  things 
we  were  told  to  throw  away  all  of  our  matches. 
That  was  so  we  could  not  signal  to  a  subma- 
rine. Some  men  were  fortunate  enough  to 
affect  ignorance  of  the  order,  and  so  by  mental 
and  financial  persuasion  we  were  able  to  keep 
smoking.  We  slept  in  hammocks,  on  the  floor, 
on  tables  and  on  deck,  just  as  our  fancy  di- 
rected. We  were  crowded,  to  be  sure,  because 
it  was  essential  that  we  get  over  as  soon  as 
possible.  The  "Maunganui"  was  making  its 
maiden  trip  for  Uncle  Sana  in  a  convoy  with 
I  5  others,  including  one  British  destroyer  and 
one  cruiser.  We  were  escorted  out  of  New 
York  harbor  by  a  number  of  U.  S.  battle- 
ships and  seaplanes.  The  first  night  out  was 
a  corker,  and  by  the  looks  of  the  deck  and 
saloons  next  morning  it  was  not  very  hard  to 
convince  anyone  that  it  had  been  a  rough 
night.  They  fed  us  English  rations  and  we  in 
turn  fed  them  to  the  fishes.  It  was  very  cold 
and  we  were  compelled  to  put  up  with  the 
added  nuisance  of  wearing  at  all  times  a  life 
preserver.  It  was  usually  foggy.  A  life  boat 
drill  was  held  once  each  day  and  also  fifteen 
minutes  of  calisthenics,  when  the  men  were 
able  to  stand  up.  There  was  a  canteen  on 
board  which  sold  ice  cream  for  fifty  cents  a 
pint  and  crackers  for  two  bits  a  throw.  Every- 
thing else^was  in  proportion.  On  August  I  0th 
we  saw  the  coast  of  Scotland  and  Ireland. 
We  were  met  by  a  convoy  of  destroyers  and 
convoyed  in  the  remainder  of  the  trip.  No 
submarines  were  seen,  altho  on  several  oc- 
casions we  were  on  the  anxious  seat.  Saw 
three  whales  and  many  other  kinds  of  large, 
peculiar  fish  at  various  intervals.  On  August 
1  1  th  we  arrived  at  Liverpool,  England,  and 
marched  thru  the  city  behind  a  "bobby"  on  a 
horse.  We  were  given  a  fine  reception.  The 
English  girls  lined  the  streets  the  whole  dis- 
tance of  the  march.  We  entrained  at  Liver- 
pool and  rode  to  Derby  for  lunch,  very  light, 
from  there  we  went  to  Southhampton.  The 
trains  were  good.  Arrived  at  Southhampton 
at  9:00  p.  m.  and  hiked  six  miles  to  a  rest 
camp,  carrying  full  packs.  The  only  things 
these  camps  rest  is  your  stomach.  We  got  to 
bed  shortly  after  midnight  and  slept  on  a 
wooden  floor  in  a  so-called  barracks.  We  got 
up  the  next  morning  with  aching  bones  and 
hungry  as  usual.     After  mess  we  stood  another 


of  the  famous  army  inspections  and  final  ex- 
cunination  before  entering  France.  Lasted 
just  five  seconds  to  the  man  by  the  watch.  We 
still  had  our  watches.  We  then  again  strapped 
on  our  packs  and  hiked  the  six  miles  back  to 
the  city.  You  know  the  old  slogans,  "Join  the 
Navy  and  See  the  World,"  and  "Join  the  Ar- 
tillery to  Ride." 

We    thot    it   strange    that   we   should    come 
back  to  the  pier  in  daytime  as  we  did,  but  soon 


Iiieut.  Harry  K.  Qemuend 

found  that  it  had  been  well  planned  as  usual, 
because  the  thermometer  registered  1  00  in  the 
shade,  and  it  helped  to  bring  us  down  to  fight- 
ing weight,  after  having  fattened  up  for  twelve 
days  on  English  rations.  Here  we  boarded 
the  "Harvard,"  which  formerly  had  been  an 
American  pleasure  boat,  for  our  trip  across 
the  channel.  The  sailors  told  us  it  was  just 
like  shaking  hands  with  death  when  we 
stepped  on  that  boat.  We  were  given  English 
hard  tack  and  never  realized  before  how  es- 
sential it  was  to  have  good  teeth  in  the  army. 

Arrived  at  Le  Havre,  France,  and  disem- 
barked about  II  a.  m.  The  first  thing  we 
saw  was  a  long  Red  Cross  train  pull  in  carrying 
wounded  soldiers.  We  then  knew  we  wera 
near  real  war.  As  usual  we  hoisted  our  packs 
and  hiked  to  what  was  again  known  as  a  rest 
camp.  The  camp  was  at  the  top  of  a  mountain 
and  we  drew  the  back  end  of  the  camp.  In 
this  respect  we  got  to  see  the  entire  camp  and 
never  missed  anything.  Tents  without  bunks 
were  beginning  to  be  comfortable.  Several 
hundred  German  prisoners  were  held  here 
within  a  large  stockade  with  several  barbed 
wire  picket  fences.  During  the  night  the  dis- 
tant roar  of  guns  could  be  heard  from  the 
northern  front  and  w^e  for  the  first  time  slept 
with  the  fear  of  an  aeroplane  raid.  Eggs  and 
herring  to  eat.  Left  next  day  noon  and  re- 
traced the  seven  miles  back  to  the  railway 
station,  after  our  rest.  Here  we  boarded  box 
cars  and  rode  to  Messac. 

That  ride  will  never  fade  from  our  memory. 
Forty  men  were  loaded  into  each  car  which 
bore  the  sign,  "Hommes  40,  Cheveaux  8." 
The  cars  were  dinky  little  affairs,  about  half 
the  length  of  an  American  box  car.  War  was 
raging  and  quick  results  were  necessary,  else 
we  would  have  been  given  better  accommoda- 
tions.     Sleep  was  next  to   impossible.      There 


117  — 


was  not  sufficient  room  to  lie  down,  and  to 
augment  our  uncomfort  each  car  had  one  or 
more  square  wheels.  Our  destination  was  un- 
known and  the  French  names  were  very  un- 
familiar at  that  stage  of  the  game.  We  trav- 
eled slowly  and  made  frequent  sidings.  We 
passed  thru  Rouen,  Versailles,  on  the  outskirts 
of  Paris,  Chartres,  Nogent,  Le  Mans,  Laval, 
Rennes,  etc.,  and  after  three  days  arrived  at 
Messac-Guipry,  department  of  Ille  et  Villlaine. 

There  we  found  the  Villaine  river,  and  be- 
side it  a  beautiful  green.  We  pitched  pup 
tents  and  remained  there  that  night.  In  the 
morning  we  were  permitted  to  swim  and  bathe 
in  the  river.  It  was  deep,  dark  and  sluggish. 
The  banks  were  fringed  with  pond  lilies  and 
tall  grass.  The  water  was  cold,  but  the  air  was 
warm.  At  night  the  dew  was  heavy  and  the 
atmosphere  very  chilly.  We  found  this  true 
all  over  France. 

The  billeting  officers  located  places  for  us 
to  stay  and  the  regiment  was  split  into  many 
groups  which  were  billeted  in  the  village  and 
within  a  radius  of  several  miles  around  it. 
Some  of  the  men  were  in  private  houses,  some 
in  barns  and  stables  and  some  in  wonderful 
old  chateaus.  We  drew  one  chateau  and  two 
stables.  The  Battery  was  split  into  three  parts. 
We  stayed  in  this  location  until  August  25. 
Men  were  sent  to  school  to  learn  the  intricacies 
of  the  French  75.  The  general  training  was 
continued. 

While  there  twelve  Corporals  were  war- 
ranted: V.  L.  Beach,  Frank  H.  Cooper,  Leo 
Grossman,  H.  A.  Levantine,  Elmer  J.  Hanna, 
John  Hertel,  Clyde  W.  Toush,  George  E.  Enos, 
Victor  H.  Reilly,  Glen  H.  Smith,  Harold  H. 
Pfoeber  and  Carl  L.  Schoendorf. 

We  left  Messac  via  the  hob-nail  route  for 
Maure,  a  distance  of  ten  kilometers,  where  we 


E2u-Iy  one  morning,  at  the  front,  Lieut.  Ge- 
muend's  attention  was  called  to  the  fact  that 
he  wore  only  one  spur.  "Good  night,"  he  said, 
as  he  turned  toward  a  clump  of  bushes,  "I  must 
have  left  it  stickins'  in  the  horse."  This  has 
official  corroboration. 


camped  for  the  night.  The  next  day  we  hiked 
ten  more  kilos  to  Camp  de  Coetquidan,  an  old 
camp  once  occupied  by  Napoleon.  Here  we 
were  quartered  in  stone  barracks.  The  camp 
was  very  unsanitary,  but  offered  many  induce- 
ments to  us.  It  was  on  the  edge  of  a  small 
town,  which  catered  to  American  troops,  and 
was  keen  on  the  trail  of  the  franc.  We  were 
given  two  months'  pay  the  night  of  our  arrival 
there,  our  first  overseas  pay,  and  our  first 
struggle  with  the  French  money.  We  might 
add  here  that  there  was  never  a  French  bill 
ever  printed  that  would  last  thru  one  night's 
session  of  dice  or  poker.  We  began  to  appre- 
ciate the  American  dollar  in  more  ways  than 
one. 


It  was  at  Coetquidan  that  we  received  our 
real  traitiing  in  European  warfare.  The  Instru- 
ment Detail  had  studied  the  theory  of  Ameri- 
can firing  in  Custer  for  six  months  and  after 
delving  into  the  mysteries  of  French  fire  found 
their  knowledge  of  little  avail.  Now  the  theory 
of  conducting  fire  by  map  was  brought  out  and 
the   members    of    the   detail   were    taught    map 


Ever  see  Butler  on  the  warpath?  Or  Deitrich 
without  a  sore  leg?  Or  Hobbs  without  his  char- 
acteristic hobble?  Or  "Debs"  Goodchild  with- 
out a  grouch?  Or  "Caruso"  Vrooman  when  he 
wasn't  singing?  Or  "Snakey"  Wales  when  he 
wasn't  looking  for  a  crap  game?  Or  Ward 
when  he  wouldn't  fight? 


work  from  the  study  of  co-ordinates  to  the 
Lambert  projection.  They  were  issued  full 
equipment  and  the  real  work  of  the  detail  be- 
gan, that  of  studying  the  mechanism  of  the  in- 
struments, making  charts  and  observing  fire, 
mixed  with  the  locating  of  positions  and 
reconnaissance  v.ork.  Each  man  in  the  de- 
tail was  capable  of  handling  any  instrument, 
from  the  slope  alidade  to  the  more  complex 
range  finder,  and  the  magic  number  was  con- 
stantly on  their  minds. 

The  telephone  detail  was  sent  to  school  for 
six  weeks,  and  under  the  influence  of  the  teach- 
ing and  personality  of  Corporal  Russell,  the 
instructor,  they  progressed  rapidly.  The  ma- 
chine gunners  were  equipped  with  guns  and 
ammunition.  They  went  to  school  and  worked 
on  the  range.  They  were  able  to  take  down 
and  assemble  their  guns  while  blindfolded. 
Camouflage  schools,  orientation  and  reconnais- 
sance were  sent  representatives  by  "D."  Ser- 
geant McLachlan,  Sergeant  Miles  and  Corporal 
Kells  were  sent  to  the  Officers'  Training  School 
at  Saumur. 

Sergeant  Sidler  was  transferred  as  an  Artil- 
lery Instructor.  Lieutenant  Alexander  Lange 
joined  us  here.  Lieutenant  Bartlett  was  trans- 
ferred to  Brigade  Headquarters  as  Operations 
Officer.  Alfred  L.  Burns  was  made  Telephone 
Corporal  on  September  25.  Two  days  later 
Corporals  Ambrose  and  Carpenter  were  made 
Sergeants.  On  October  2nd  Clifford  Boze  was 
made  a  Corporal  and  sent  to  Radio  School. 
On  the  fifteenth  Ford  S.  Johnson  was  made  a 
Corporal  and  Corporal  Neff  advanced  to  Ser- 
geant. 

We  were  impressed  with  the  deep  signifi- 
cance of  the  gas  mask  and  drilled  daily  with  it. 
We  were  taught  its  uses,  how  to  care  for  it  and 
make  repairs.  We  engaged  in  contests  for 
speed  in  getting  it  on.  From  the  time  the 
alarm  is  heard  until  the  mask  is  properly  ad- 
justed should  not  take  more  than  six  seconds, 
and  breathing  should  be  stopped  until  the 
mask  is  securely  in  place.  We  listened  to  lec- 
tures by  Lieutenant  Casey,  Regimental  Gas  In- 
structor, and  by  Corporal  Erkfitz,  who  was 
made  Gas  Sergeant.     In  digression  it  might  be 


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interesting  to  know  that  Sergeant  Erkfitz  was 
nicknamed,  "Sniff  Gently"  by  the  fellows,  and 
is  said  to  have  notified  only  his  friends  when 
a  gas  attack  was  put  over  at  the  front.  How- 
ever gas  mask  drill  and  instruction  was  a  seri- 
ous matter  and  its  absorption  was  vital. 

Problems  were  fired  on  the  range  with  our 
French  75's  which  were  issued  here.  Wire 
cutting,  creeping  fire,  box  barrages  and  de- 
struction fire  were  studied  and  practiced.  We 
made  the  best  record  on  the  range  of  any  or- 
ganization that  ever  came  to  Coetquidan.  We 
coupled  this  record  with  that  of  being  the  most 
reckless  and  best  all  round  fellows  that  ever 
paid  five  francs  for  a  dime's  worth  of  deli- 
cacies. 

Steel  helmets  were  added  to  our  equipment. 
Long  hikes   thru   mud   and   rain   served    to   fit 


"Tiny"  Klein  absolutely  refuses  to  be  con- 
genial to  the  Corporals.  At  Coetquidan  he  says 
they  kept  him  awake  when  he  tried  to  sleep. 


us  for  duty  at  the  front.  On  September  23 
the  regiment  advanced  to  and  occupied  a  po- 
sition several  miles  from  camp  and  fired  a 
morning  barrage.  Our  training  was  tense,  we 
were  almost  ready  to  "go  in." 

1st  Sergeant  Aikinson  was  transferred  to 
the  O.  T.  S.  and  several  men  left  in  the  hos- 
pital. 

The  topography  of  the  country  was  hilly 
and  full  of  many  interesting  spots.  Many 
pleasure  excursions  were  made  and  reconnoi- 
tering  trips  by  the  details.  Hundreds  of  cafes 
offered  products  of  the  country  in  liquid  and 
edible  forms.  Many  thousand  francs  were  left 
behind  us  when  we  left  Napoleon's  stamping 
ground,  on  October  23. 

We  marched  to  Guer  and  then  rode  by  train 
to  Andelot.  We  marched  from  there  to  Hum- 
berville,  a  little  village.  Wooden  barracks  had 
been  built  here.  We  slept  in  double-deck, 
rudely  contrived  bunks.  The  barracks  were  in 
a  basin  at  the  foot  of  several  surrounding  hills. 
The  top  of  the  hills  formed  a  vast  plateau, 
which  was  an  ideal  place  to  establish  observa- 
tory stations.  The  Chaplain  established  a 
recreation  room  in  an  old  hostelry  in  which  he 
unearthed  a  piano,   of  uncertain  age  and  tone. 

Our  stay  in  Humberville  was  short.  We 
moved  out  on  October  30th  and  spent  tVe 
night  on  the  outskirts  of  Toul.  It  was  dark 
when  we  arrived  and  no  lights  were  permissi- 
ble as  we  were  in  dangerous  territory.  Air 
raids  were  a  daily  occurrence.  When  we 
awoke  we  found  that  we  were  sleeping  in  a 
field  which  was  being  used  as  a  burying 
ground.  Hundreds  of  graves,  freshly  made, 
containing  American  and  German  dead,  met 
our  gaze.  Many  graves,  yet  unfilled,  were 
yawning  for  their  unjust  due. 

The  mounds  were  in  uniform  rows,  marked 
by  plain  wooden  crosses.      Here  and  there  the 


grave  of  an  officer  or  a  soldier  who  had  won 
distinctive  honor  was  unsparingly  decorated 
with  flowers.  A  large  French  military  ceme- 
tery adjoined.  The  monuments  were  of  intri- 
cate design,  skillfully  made  with  various  hued 
beads.  An  old  stone  fort,  badly  dilapidated, 
which  had  long  ago  been  deserted,  made  a  fit- 
ting background. 

During  our  noon  mess  hour  we  witnessed  an 
air  battle  that  lasted  thirty  minutes.  The  Ger- 
man raider  was  driven  back  over  the  lines,  but 
was  not  brought  to  the  ground.  The  day  was 
quiet  and  the  white  puffs  of  smoke  from  the 
anti-aircraft  g^ns  hung  like  polka  dots  in  the 
azure  sky.  Later  these  sights  became  casual 
to  us. 

We  moved  by  night  to  Lagney  and  camped 
during  the  late  hours  of  the  night  on  the  edge 
of  the  Essey  woods,  which  were  the  scene  of 
the  big  American  drive  which  begun  on  Sept. 
12.  Before  daylight  we  moved  under  their 
cover. 

On  the  morning  of  November  2nd  while 
the  oufit  was  laying  in  the  woods.  Captain 
LaMar  made  a  trip  to  the  front  lines  to  find  a 
position  for  the  Battery.  Upon  returning  in 
the  early  afternoon  he  ordered  the  chiefs  of 
sections  to  report  to  him  in  his  quarters,  which 
was  a  tarpaulin  hung  from  one  tree  to  another 
as  a  protection  from  the  rain  which  was  falling 
very  heavily  upon  the  already  well  soaked 
earth.  As  they  filed  under  the  covering  and 
reported  to  the  Captain,  they  could  feel  that 
something  of  a  grave  importance  was  going  to 
happen.  He  sat  on  a  box  with  a  very  grim  ex- 
pression upon  his  face  and  a  determined  look 
in  his  eyes.  Near  him  on  other  boxes  sat  Lieu- 
tenants Brown,  Lange,  Thompson  and  Ge- 
muend.  The  first  words  of  the  Captain,  after 
they  had  reported  were,  "Well,  we  are  going 
into  position  tonight.  We  leave  here  at  five 
o'clock.      Have  everything  ready   to   leave  at 


Good  night!  Do  you  remember  the  time  Cook 
Smith  was  on  the  ammunition  detail  at  the  front? 
We  would  call  the  attention  of  "Fatty"  Arbuckle 
to  the  plot  for  a  good  movie. 


that  time.  Take  one  gun  crew  of  each  section, 
and  I  want  you  men  to  realize  the  responsibil- 
ity you  are  under.  1  want  you  to  provide 
every  way  you  possibly  can  for  the  protection 
of  your  men  and  if  at  any  time  1  can  be  of  any 
assistance  to  you  do  not  hesitate  to  come  di- 
rectly to  me." 

During  that  meeting  it  was  arranged  that  we 
would  place  two  guns  in  position  that  night, 
the  first  and  second  pieces  as  they  are  called 
in  a  firing  battery.  The  third  section  to  assist 
the  first  and  the  fourth  to  give  their  aid  to  the 
second.  The  following  night  the  first  and  sec- 
ond sections  would  help  the  third  and  fourth 
to  place  their  guns. 

Promptly  at  5  o'clock  the  entire  Battery  left 


119  — 


the  woods  and  proceeded  as  far  as  Pannes, 
where  the  echelon  separated  from  the  firing 
battery.  The  echelon  under  the  command  of 
Lieutenant  Gemuend  with  Sergeant  Ward  next 
in  charge  going  west  and  the  firing  battery 
with  Captain  LaMar  in  command  accompanied 
by  Lieutenants  Lange  and  Thompson  started 
north.  Sergeant  Stoutenburg  was  Chief  of 
Section,  of  first  section.  Sergeant  Carpenter  of 
the  second,  Sergeant  Neff  of  the  third  and  Ser- 
geant Hanley  of  the  fourth. 

It  is  needless  to  try  to  describe  that  trip. 
No  one  will  ever  know  unless  they  have  ex- 
perienced the  same  kind  some  time  or  other. 
It  was  raining  and  it  was  so  dark  that  we  were 
unable  to  see  our  hands  a  foot  from  our  faces, 
the  mud  varied  in  depth  from  two  inches  to 
two  feet.  The  Ammunition  Train  of  the  Bat- 
tery, under  command  of  Sergeant  Malim,  was 
also  on  its  way  to  the  front  with  the  firing 
battery. 


Pvts.  Bundy  and  Ackerman  were  the  first  men 
in  Battery  D  to  carry  a  full  pack  in  1919.  From 
reports  of  "Jaisville,"  the  trip  was  worth  it. 


It  seemed  like  ages  but  at  last  we  arrived  at 
the  place  where  the  Captain  said  our  guns 
were  to  be.  There  were  shell  holes  filled  with 
water  every  few  feet  in  any  direction  you 
might  walk  and  the  air  was  sure  blue  that  night 
for  every  few  minutes  some  one  would  land  in 
one  of  these  holes. 

We  started  to  dig  in.  The  brush,  roots, 
rocks  and  mucky  earth  made  it  an  everlasting 
job.  We  used  our  picks,  our  shovels  and  our 
hands  and  could  not  make  much  headway.  It 
would  have  been  a  difficult  task  in  daylight, 
but  it  was  the  blackest  of  nights  and  we  could 
not  use  a  light  for  fear  of  being  discovered. 

About  midnight  we  ate  our  sandwich,  which 
v^fas  all  the  food  we  had,  and  proceeded  again 
with  the  work.  It  was  nearing  two  o'clock  and 
we  hadn't  heard  a  noise.  Sergeant  Stouten- 
burg said  to  Sergeant  Neff,  "I  don't  believe 
that  this  is  our  regular  position.  They  are  just 
trying  us  out.  What  do  you  think  about  it?" 
The  reply,  "No,  I  don't  believe  we  will  ever 
fire  a  gun  from  this  position."  And  we  pro- 
ceeded with  the  work  when  at  2:15  a.  m. 
something  happened  which  none  of  us  will 
ever  forget.  It  seemed  as  if  the  entire  heav- 
ens were  lighted  with  one  big  torch  and  it 
was  accompanied  by  one  continuous  roar. 
The  entire  immediate  section  was  filled  with 
guns  and  they  had  all  let  loose  at  the  same 
time.  It  lasted  just  fifteen  minutes  and 
stopped  as  suddenly  as  it  had  begun.  If  there 
were  any  doubts  about  us  not  being  at  the 
front,  they  were  all  wiped  away. 

At  four  o'clock  the  Captain  called  Sergeants 
NefF  and  Hanley  of  the  third  and  fourth  sec- 
tions and  told  them  to  take  two  horses  and  go 
to  the  echelon  and  get  some  rest,  as  we  would 


be  out  the  following  night.  They  started  and 
soon  ran  into  Lieutenant  Thompson,  who  was 
on  the  way  to  the  echelon  with  part  of  the  Am. 
train.  They  joined  them,  and  proceeded  as 
far  as  Pannes  and  w^ere  lost  as  no  one  knew  the 
direction  of  the  echelon.  As  they  were  trying 
to  find  out  from  the  soldiers  quartered  in 
Pannes  in  which  direction  the  echelon  lay,  it 
began  to  turn  daylight  and  this  rather  pleased 
them,  as  it  seemed  like  years  since  they  had 
last  seen  day.  As  they  had  about  given  up 
hopes  of  learning  from  any  one  which  way  to 
go  along  came  Lieutenant  Lange  and  he  was 
under  the  impression  they  should  go  west  and 
west  they  started.  After  going  a  short  dis- 
tance, they  met  Major  Reynolds  and  he  in- 
formed them  that  they  were  going  in  the  right 
direction.  Also  told  them  that  the  road  v^ras 
open  to  harassing  fire  by  the  Germans.  They 
proceeded  on  their  way  a  weary  lot,  had  gone 
three  or  four  miles  and  settled  in  their  saddles 
for  a  little  rest  when  a  shell  passed  over  their 
heads  and  burst  a  short  distance  from  the 
road.  They  began  to  sit  up  and  take  notice, 
as  they  thought  the  Germans  had  a  line  on 
them.  They  did  a  little  double  timing  and  a 
few  minutes  brought  them  into  Nonsard. 
They  hadn't  any  more  than  arrived  there  until 
the  second  shell  also  arrived.  This  time  the 
burst  was  a  little  short  and  it  landed  in  a 
church  on  the  right  and  the  stones  came  rat- 
tling down  on  them.  They  began  to  think  one 
would  get  them,  but  kept  going.  Several  shots 
were  fired,  but  none  came  any  closer  than  the 
first  two.  They  arrived  at  the  echelon  at  7:30 
and  it  wasn't  long  until  they  were  asleep. 

Captain  LaMar,  Sergeant  Stoutenburg  and 
Sergeant  Carpenter  accompanied  by  the  men 
of  the  four  gun  crews  returned  to  the  echelon 
later  in  the  morning. 

That  afternoon  at  four  o'clock,   in  order  to 


One  of  our  men,  unskilled  in  the  native  tongue 
of  the  cafes,  being  tired  of  making  signs  and 
drawing  pictures,  discovered  a  new  way  of  or- 
dering eggs  (oeufs).  He  says  take  a  small  dog, 
of  the  lap  variety,  'with  you  when  in  search  of 
the    soft-boiled.      Woog-ouf-ouf ! 


arrive  there  after  dark,  they  had  arranged  the 
afternoon  before  to  place  the  third  and  fourth 
pieces  in  place  that  night  and  they  started  to 
work.  The  work  continued  all  night  long  and 
yet  very  little  was  accomplished  toward  having 
good  positions.  At  five  o'clock  orders  came 
to  be  in  readiness  to  advance,  so  we  stayed  by 
the  guns.  At  seven  o'clock  orders  came  for 
us  to  be  ready  to  fire  at  night.  We  rolled  our 
guns  into  the  camouflage  and  were  ready. 

Real  warfare  for  the  Detail  started  for  us 
on  the  morning  of  November  3rd  when  ■we 
were  destined  to  locate  a  gun  position  and  as 
we  had  expected,  no  geodetic  points  were 
visible.     But,  not  to  be  foiled  by  this  little  ob- 


—  120  — 


stacle,  we  found  a  very  prominent  place  mark 
and  traversed  twelve  hundred  meters  across  an 
open  field  and  mostly  in  view  of  the  enemy 
lines.  The  traverse  was  very  successfully  made 
with  goniometer  and  chain,  but  upon  nearing 
the  completion  of  our  work  the  sky  became 
suddenly  darkened  by  the  density  of  the  en- 
emy planes  and  we  were  forced  to  take  cover 
more  than  once.  It  was  our  first  real  experi- 
ence of  being  under  fire  and  shrapnel  Wcks  fall- 
ing thick  and  fast  accompanied  by  the  whirring 
of  the  casings  from  the  anti-aircraft  shells. 
This  our  first  experience  and  rather  warm  at 
that,  proved  anything  but  interesting  for  us. 

This  experience  was  the  first  of  many  ex- 
citing times  for  us,  as  our  chief  duty  was  locat- 
ing positions  and  observing  both  enemy  and 
allied  fire.  After  locating  and  laying  the  bat- 
tery came  the  locating  and  establishing  of  the 
O.  P.  station,  which  finally  was  chosen  two 
kilometers  in  front  of  our  guns  and  very  near 
our  own  trenches.  The  observation  post  con- 
sisted of  a  platform  in  the  top  of  a  large  tree 
and  from  which  the  observer  could  scan  the 
entire  territory  and  conduct  fire  on  most  any 
German  position  in  that  sector. 

Some  very  interesting  moments  were  spent 
in  that  tree  or  near  it.  Some  members  of  the 
detail  have  remarked  that  it  was  mighty  fortu- 
nate for  the  tree  that  some  of  "Jerry's"  shells 
were  only  "Duds."  Not  only  was  the  O.  P.  a 
very  interesting  place,  but  the  roads  to  the 
post  caused  many  comments.  Fully  two  kilo- 
meters of  nothing  but  bottomless  mud  filled 
with  the  imprints  of  the  "Austrian  88's"  for 
one  to  fall  into  while  trying  to  make  their  way 
forward  in  the  dark.  The  road,  if  such  it  can 
be  called,  was  very  narrow  and  wound  its  way 
through  an  almost  complete  wilderness  and 
was  crossed  a  number  of  times  by  the  resist- 
ance wires  of  the  engineers,  making  the  trip 
to  the  O.  P.  a  matter  of  wading,  climbing  and 
crawling. 

The  detail  was  led  by  Lieutenant  Stacy  L. 
Brown,  as  orientation  and  reconnaissance  offi- 
cer, and  his  efficiency  proved  a  stimulant  to 
the  men  and  their  co-operation  with  him  is 
mainly  responsible  for  the  success  of  the  de- 
tail. 

The  instrument  section  of  Battery  D  was 
composed  of  the  following  members,  who 
proved  very  efficient:  Sergeant  R.  A.  Am- 
brose, Corporal  F.  S.  Johnson,  Private  E.  F. 
Arnold,  Corporal  H.  A.  Levantine,  Private  A. 
F.  Lehr,  and  Private  H.  P.  Gelslighter. 

Immediately  upon  our  arrival  at  Camp 
Coetquidan  a  number  of  the  boys  from  the 
detail,  including  Sergeant  Chrysler,  Corporals 
Levantine,  Hanna,  Enos,  Wyse  and  Hertel  and 
Privates  Burns,  Dunning,  Carson,  Arnold, 
Bundy  and  Riedsema,  had  been  selected  to  go 
to  telephone  school  to  learn  the  army  system 
of  communication  at  the  front.  This  course 
lasted  six  weeks,  six  morning  sessions  each 
week,    the  afternoon  being   spent   on   practice 


work.  Every  man  had  very  good  grades  on 
his  examination  papers. 

As  the  telephone  gang  was  left  rather  short- 
handed  upon  their  arrival  at  the  front.  Cor- 
poral Hertel  being  left  in  the  hospital  and  Cor- 
poral Hanna  being  put  in  charge  of  the  ammu- 
nition crews  to  requisition  and  keep  all  of  the 
guns  supplied  with  shells,  and  Corporal  Levan- 
tine and  Private  Arnold  going  to  the  instru- 
ment section.  Corporal  Boze  and  Privates 
Ackerman,  McCracken  and  McWatters  were 
put  on  the  phones.  It  was  found,  however, 
that  the  operators  could  not  get  enough  rest, 
having  24  hours  on  duty  and  24  hours'  rest, 
after  deducting  meal  time  and  walking  to  and 
from  positions,  therefore  the  work  was  facili- 
tated by  putting  Privates  Fuller  and  Arnold 
on  and  by  rearranging  the  shifts. 

Our    telephone    detail    should    be    compli- 


A    censor's    ideal    letter:     "Dear    Ma Having 

nothing    to    do,    I    will    write    to    you.      Having 
nothing  to  say,  mil  close.      Love.     Son." 


mented  on  their  very  efficient  work  at  the 
front.  They  were  dubbed  in  fun  as  "Hello 
Girls,"  but  just  the  same  they  came  across  with 
the  necessary  information,  etc.,  to  keep  things 
going. 

The  morning  we  laid  our  line  from  the  guns 
to  the  O.  P.,  Sergeant  Chrysler,  Corporal  Boze, 
Corporal  Burns  and  Private  McWatters 
stretched  the  wire  all  the  way,  while  "Fritz's" 
aeroplanes  were  dropping  a  few  messages 
complimenting  them  on  their  speedy  w^ork,  but 
fortunately  these  messages  went  wild. 

Sergeant  Chrysler  is  praised  by  all  his  men 
for  this  efficient  work,  at  least  by  those  who 
were  on  the  shift  when  he  bravely  ventured 
forth  to  the  front  line  trenches  and  procured  a 
nice  mess  of  bully  beef  and  hard  tack  for  his 
men  who  had  had  nothing  to  eat  for  some 
hours.  Of  course  that  was  one  of  the  duties  of 
a  Chief  of  Section,  but  it  is  the  one  so  many 
of  them  fall  down  on. 

Another  little  occurrence  worth  mentioning 
is  a  day  when  Corporal  Boze,  of  the  telephone 
detail,  and  Private  Lehr,  of  the  instrument  de- 
tail, were  at  the  O.  P.  One  of  them  was 
thoughtful  enough  to  take  a  can  of  sardines 
for  a  little  lunch  while  at  their  post.  Corporal 
Boze  left  his  telephone  in  charge  of  Lehr  long 
enough  to  go  to  a  nearby  dugout  to  indulge 
in  a  sardine-hardtack  sandwich.  Just  as  Boze 
returned  to  relieve  Lehr  so  he  could  have  a 
little  bite,  some  of  those  whizz-bangs  started 
coming  over  and  one  happened  to  light  pretty 
close,  spraying  mud  all  over  the  two.  The 
shell  burst  just  between  Lehr  and  the  sardines. 
Lehr  came  to  an  abrupt  halt,  made  a  very  un- 
military  about  face  and  said,  "To  hell  with 
the  sardines.     I'll  starve." 

Our  stay  at  the  front  was  one  hideous 
dream.     The  official  records  of  our  firing  may 


—  121 


be  found  in  another  article,  "The  Second  Bat- 
taHon  at  the  Front." 

The  rain  came  down  almost  incessantly  and 
■we  worked  in  twenty-four  hours  shifts.  The 
time  spent  for  meals  and  traveling  to  and  from 
the  echelon  came  out  of  the  twenty-four  off 
and  consumed  nearly  a  third  of  them. 

It  was  our  duty  to  defend  a  small  patch  of 
w^oods,  a  road  and  a  narrow  gauge  railroad. 
The  road  ran  perpendicular  to  the  railroad. 
Our  guns  were  placed  in  advance  of  the  road 
and  on  the  right,  near  the  intersection  of  the 
railroad  and  the  road.  They  were  flanked 
both  right  and  left  by  a  machine  gun.  The 
ammunition  dump  was  at  the  intersection  of 
the  railroad  and  the  road  to  Beney,  one-half 
mile  farther  back. 


Probably  the  must  rude  awakening  ever  re- 
ceived by  Pvt.  Lee  ^vas  on  the  morning  he  hur- 
riedly extracted  himself  from  the  mire  into 
which  his  tired  body  had  sunk  during  one  of 
the  nights  v^e  spent  at  the  front.  He  vf&s  on 
the  ammunition  detail  that  night  and  had 
crawled  under  the  muzzle  of  the  third  section 
piece  and  remained  there  all  night  in  sweet  re- 
pose. The  first  shot  of  the  early  morning  bar- 
rage roared  in  his  ears  and  he  thought  a  Big 
Bertha  had  landed  at  his  feet.  He  was  next  seen 
with  a  spade. 


The  telephone  central  station  was  in  a  dug- 
out on  the  back  side  of  the  road  and  about  five 
rods  from  the  battery  commander's  dugout. 
A  narrow  trench  connected  the  telephone  dug- 
out with  the  executive  officer's  dugout.  Lieut. 
Thompson  was  the  executive  officer  at  the 
guns  and  he  worked  night  and  day,  without 
relief,  catching  a  nap  whenever  possible.  No 
officer  in  "this  man's  army  "  is  entitled  to  more 
credit  for  bravery  and  endurance  than  Lieut. 
Thompson.  He  was  a  man  through  and 
through  and   never  shirked  his  duty. 

About  three  yards  from  this  dugout  was  an- 
other cache  used  for  canned  provisions.  It 
was  usually  devoid  of  food.  This  was  used 
as  headquarters  for  the  gas  sentries.  A  tall 
hedge  ran  just  back  of  the  road  and  was  an 
ideal  protection  against  observation.  Small 
string,  almost  invisible,  was  used  to  mark  the 
paths  Vire  were  allovt^ed  to  traverse  with  the 
most  safety.  No  one  was  permitted  to  walk 
in  any  other  place.  The  reason  for  this  was 
that  enemy  photographs  were  made  daily  froni 
aeroplanes  and  any  new  marks  on  the  terrain 
would   be   noted   and   give  away  our  position. 

The  road,  or  such  it  was  called,  was  impas- 
sable and  the  constant  target  of  the  enemy. 
It  was  pock-marked  with  shell  holes.  In  fact 
the  territory  for  miles  had  the  appearance 
of  a  sieve,  except  that  the  water  remained  in 
the  shell  holes.     The  soil  was  muck  and  clay. 

The  echelon  was  established  at  the  village 
of  Nonsard,  some  six  miles  back,  and  the  com- 
mand post  at  Pannes  about  three  miles  back. 
The  regfimental  telephone  central  was  at  Beney 


a  half  mile  back.  These  towns  were  always 
under  fire  and  vsrere  raided  by  planes  nightly. 
Gas  hung  in  spots  over  the  whole  section. 
When  we  walked  in  grass  and  when  w^e  entered 
old  buildings,  sneeze  gas  would  arise  and  cause 
us  to  sneeze  until  our  heads  would  ache.  It 
made  our  eyes  sore  and  our  throats  raw. 

The  early  morning  barrages,  barring  the 
danger  and  the  destructive  intent,  were  beau- 
tiful to  behold.  The  heavens  fairly  opened 
and  the  flashes  from  the  guns  and  bursting 
shells  were  bewilderingly  fascinating.  The  re- 
ports of  the  guns,  the  noise  of  the  breaking 
shells  and  their  whirr  as  they  sped  through 
the  air  made  a  roar  that  rang  in  our  ears  for 
months  after  the  armistice  was  signed. 

When  the  light  made  things  visible  each 
morning  fresh  shell  holes  gaped  at  us.  Some 
of  them  were  large  enough  to  hold  a  small 
house. 

But  let  us  pass  over  these  days  of  gruelling 
labor  and  merciless  fighting.  They  were  sick- 
ening enough  and  so  much  has  been  written 
about  battles  that  it  is  best  not  to  repeat  again. 
It  is  enough  that  the  men  of  Battery  D  did 
their  part  well  and  many  a  German,  were  he 
alive  today,   could   bear  this  out. 

The  order  came  down,  "Cease  firing!"  The 
tension  snapped.  It  was  eleven  o'clock  the 
morning  of  the  armistice.  Hilarity  did  not 
follow;  instead,  the  thought  of  the  war  being 
ended  was  too  big  to  grasp  so  quickly  in  all 
of   its   significance. 

"Concealment  not  necessary"  was  shouted 
to  us  by  Lieut.  Thompson.  The  Captain  came 
from  his  command  dugout  with  a  look  of  re- 
lief on  his  tired  features.  The  machine  gun- 
ners, like  greasy  rats,  crawled  from  their  em- 
placements. The  ammunition  men  dropped 
their  loads  wherever  they  stood.  The  section 
chief  and  men  at  the  guns  came  from  under 
their  flimsy  camouflage  and  dragged  their  tired 
bodies  to  the  entrance  of  the  telephone  dug- 
out, which  seemed  to  be  the  central  point  of 
meeting.  The  telephone  men,  with  the  ex- 
ception of  the  operator  on  duty,  came  striding 
to  their  station,  in  plain  view,  for  the  first  time. 
The  gas  sentries  stopped  their  vigil.  The  cam- 
ouflage guards  were  the  first  to  leave  the  hid- 
den paths  and  make  foot  tracks  in  the  open. 
The  aeroplanes  guards  felt  the  relief  from 
straining  their  necks  in  watching  the  skies  for 
flying  marauders.  The  men  from  the  advance 
observing  station  came  straggling  in  with  joy 
written  on  their  features. 

There  was  no  shouting  but  in  its  place  visions 
swept  fitfully  through  their  minds:  visions  of 
a  home-coming,  of  decent  meals  in  lieu  of 
hardtack  and  beef  uncertainly  supplied,  of 
soft,  warm  beds,  with  clean,  white  sheets,  in- 
stead of  wet  branches  and  mud;  of  pleasant 
evenings  with  family  and  friends,  instead  of 
nights  of  bursting  shells  and  flying  shrapnel. 
These  visions  passed  quickly  enough  and  the 
needs  of  the  moment  were  supplanted.     They 


122  — 


thought  of  a  good  night's  rest  and  a  square 
meal,  close  at  hand. 

The  Captain  and  a  few  men  went  to  Beney, 
crossing  the  open  field  between  our  positions 
and  those  occupied  by  the  heavy  artillery  be- 
hind us.  This  field  was  literally  ploughed  by 
shells  which  had  struck  over  us  and  short  of 
the  larger  guns.  Several  buildings  only  par- 
tially demolished  in  this  deserted  village  were 
located  and  guards  left  to  hold  them  until  the 
battery  could  move  in  and  billet.  The  men 
who  were  at  the  positions  secured  billets  dur- 
ing the  afternoon  and  the  echelon  moved  into 
Beney  about  eight  o'clock  in  the  evening. 
Temporary  quarters  were  taken  for  the  night 
and  better  arrangements  made  the  next  day. 

The  Captain  made  a  nice  speech  after  break- 
fast and  told  us  to  fix  up  our  quarters  as  com- 
fortable as  possible  and  that  he  would  try 
and  see  what  he  could  do  for  us  in  the  way 
of  obtaining  luxuries  and  amusements.  We 
took  him  at  his  word  and  worked  all  day  clean- 
ing up  ruined  houses  and  making  them  half 
way  presentable  to  live  in.  In  the  meantime 
the  Captain  was  getting  a  line  on  better  bil- 
lets. Shortly  after  midnight  the  whistle  blew, 
"Battery  D  outside,"  was  the  cry  we  heard. 
"Roll  packs  immediately"  was  the  next  order. 
In  fifteen  minutes  the  battery  was  assembled 
outside.  We  thought  the  war  had  started  again 
and  that  the  Germans  were  coming  or  some- 
thing of  that  nature  had  happened. 

The  drivers  and  gun  crews  were  forced  to 
go  to  the  positions  and  haul  the  guns  out 
of  the  mire  and  through  the  fields  to  the  road. 
It  was  a  beastly  job  and  would  have  been  a 
nasty  proposition  in  the  daylight.  The  cais- 
sons and  limbers  wrere  emptied  at  the  ammu- 
nition dump  and  taken  with  the  pieces  back 
to  Beney,  where  they  joined  the  remainder  of 
the  battery,  which  had  completed  the  rest  of 
the  preparations  to  move.  Black  coffee  and  a 
couple  of  hardtack  biscuits  were  given  to  the 
men  and  about  5 :00  a.  m.  the  entire  second 
battalion  started  on  the  move  from   Beney. 

We  marched  to  Thiaucourt  and  then  went 
two  kilometers  out  of  our  way  and  had  to 
countermarch.  We  determined  the  right  di- 
rection and  continued.  None  of  the  men  knew 
the  destination  and  it  was  a  wearisome  hike. 
We  carried  full  packs,  all  of  our  belongings 
from  our  beds  to  our  mess  kits,  including  all 
of  our  surplus  clothing,  overcoat,  slicker,  gas 
mask,  gun,  extra  pair  of  shoes,  shelter  tent, 
steel  helmet  and  souvenirs.  Some  of  the  men 
had  the  additional  weight  of  a  heavy  pair  of 
hip  boots.  We  usually  managed  to  stumble 
along  fairly  well  with  this  load  under  normal 
conditions  but  just  coming  from  a  session  at 
the  front  and  having  had  no  sleep  that  night, 
it  proved  to  be  an  arduous  task  to  v^ralk  that 
twenty-four  miles. 

There  was  ample  evidence  of  heavy  fighting 
the  entire  length  of  the  trip.  We  passed 
through  a  number  of  small  villages  that  were 
totally  destroyed.     An  orgy  of  destructive  rage 


was  indicated  by  these  villages.  Much  of  the 
devastation  was  no  doubt  an  inevitable  inci- 
dent of  war,  but  the  evidence  was  beyond 
dispute  that  a  vast  amount  of  the  damage  was 
due  to  a  calculating  policy  of  wanton  destruc- 
tion that  had  no  possible  justification  in  the 
laws  of  war.  On  either  side  of  the  road,  as  far 
as  visible,  was  a  mass  of  barbed  wire,  trenches 
and  shell  holes,  with  here  and  there  the  remains 
of  an  abandoned  gun,  caisson,  wagon  or  tank. 
About  eight  o'clock  we  pulled  into  a  mea- 
dow and  had  a  breakfast  of  bully  beef,  beans 
and  coffee.  It  was  surely  appreciated,  because 
the  men  who  were  relieved  last  at  the  guns 
had  been  on  duty  for  thirty-six  hours  and 
had  not  tasted  food  for  twenty-four.     After  a 


Battery  "O"  Billets — Font-a-Mousson 
short  rest  we  pushed  on.  Walking  was  un- 
usually hard  on  account  of  the  hilly  country 
and  frequently  it  ■was  necessary  to  lend  a  hand 
at  the  wheels  of  the  pieces.  The  regiment  was 
reassembled  near  Bouillionville  and  about  3:00 
o'clock  we  reached  Pont-a-Mousson,  our  des- 
tination. 

We  found  this  place  to  be  a  small  city  but 
practically  devoid  of  population.  The  city 
had  been  taken  by  the  Germans  and  recap- 
tured after  four  days.  It  showed  bad  usage 
by  w^ar  and  was  under  continual  fire  for 
months.  It  was  not  safe  to  live  there  and  the 
people  had  not  had  the  opportunity  to  move 
their  belongings  away.  The  city  had  been  pil- 
laged and  we  found  the  houses  just  as  the 
enemy  had  left  them.  We  were  the  first  Amer- 
ican troops  to  arrive  in  Pont-a-Mousson  after 


—  123  — 


the  armistice,  due  to  our  forced  march,  so  we 
had  the  choice  of  billets.  We  settled  tem- 
porarily in  the  best  places  we  could  find  on 
short  notice  and  the  next  morning  located  in 
the  choicest  section  of  the  city,  in  the  best 
group  of  residences.  Here  we  found  every- 
thing the  heart  could  desire  in  the  way  of 
household  comforts.  The  billets  would  have 
done  credit  to  a  modern  drawing  room.  We 
had  beds,  stoves,  good  furniture,  pictures  on 
the  walls  and  in  fact  everything  we  could  wish 
for  except  the  modern   conveniences   of   elec- 


All  military  rank  titles  were  discarded  while 
we  Vfere  at  the  front.  Everyone  was  called  just 
plain  old  Mister.  This  held  especially  true  in 
talking  over  a  telephone  or  in  written  communi- 
cation. During  the  night  of  Nov.  4,  Lieut.  Col. 
Reynolds  called  from  the  Post  Command  Sta- 
tion, at  Pannes,  asking  for  Mr.  (Captain)  La- 
Mar,  at  Station  No.  34  (Battery  D).  Some  one 
answered,  saying  he  was  Mr.  LaMar,  and  Mr. 
Reynolds  gave  him  all  of  the  firing  data  for  an 
early  morning  barrage.  An  hour  later  the  Cap- 
tain called  Mr.  Reynolds  and  said  he  was  ready 
to  take  the  morning  data.  "Damn  it,"  Mr.  Rey- 
nolds replied,  "I  gave  it  to  you  an  hour  ago." 
"No,  you  didn't,"  answ^ered  Mr.  LaMar.  "You're 
crazy,"  shouted  the  Colonel.  Finally  they  came 
to  an  understanding  and  a  call  was  sent  to  every 
station  and  no  one  had  received  the  data.  Once 
again  a  daring,  English-speaking  Jerry  had  crept 
over  the  lines  and  successfully  tapped  our  tele- 
phone communication. 


trie  lights,  etc.,  and  even  these  were  procured 
later. 

Each  organization  cleaned  up  the  streets 
and  immediate  vicinity  of  their  billets  and 
made  the  city  look  respectable  again.  On 
November  15  th  we  turned  our  horses  over  to 
the  Supply  Company  and  took  up  a  schedule 
of  light  drill  and  athletics.  A  few  short  hikes 
were  made  to  keep  our  legs  from  getting  stiff 
after  our  intensive  training  and  our  strenuous 
duties  at  the  front.  Men  of  athletic  ability  in 
all  lines  of  sport  soon  came  back  to  their  own 
and  in  a  short  time  we  had  a  baseball,  a  foot- 
ball, a  basketball  and  a  soccer  team,  or  rather 
several  of  each. 

When  we  first  came  to  the  city  it  was  rather 
lonesome  but  soon  other  organizations  began 
to  come  and  fill  up  the  city.  Provost  guards 
were  detailed  and  turned  over  to  the  Provost 
Marshal.  The  city  was  well  guarded  by  regi- 
mental and  provost  guards.  The  Y.  M.  C.  A. 
established  a  canteen  and  later  installed  three 
more,  in  order  to  supply  the  demands  of  the 
troops.  The  Salvation  Army  came  and  opened 
a  hut.  They  ran  a  canteen  in  addition  to 
their  chocolate,  pie  and  doughnut  undertaking. 
The  Knights  of  Columbus  came  later  and  dis- 
tributed playing  cards,  tobacco  and  numerous 
other  luxuries.  They  opened  a  recreation 
room.  The  Chaplain  opened  a  library,  music 
room  and  a  recreation  hall.  Local  talent  shows 
were  planned  and  staged.      We  were  then  put 


on  circuit  and  many  troops  visited  us.  The 
"Y"  brought  in  a  movie  machine  and  we  were 
again  permitted  to  meet  our  old   film   friends. 

It  was  a  very  novel  and  also  a  pitiful  sight 
to  see  the  released  prisoners  returning  from 
Metz.  Pont-a-Mousson  was  situated  on  the 
main  road  to  Metz.  It  was  a  good  road  and 
afforded  easy  walking.  These  men  straggled 
in  day  and  night  for  weeks  after  the  armistice 
was  signed.  They  came  alone  and  in  small 
groups.  Their  uniforms  were  mixed  and 
ragged.  Some  were  peaked  and  thin,  showing 
evidences  of  hunger,  hard  work  and  sickness. 
Canadians  came  in  wearing  uniforms  which  the 
Canadian  army  had  discarded  three  years  be- 
fore. These  men  brought  their  possessions  in 
boxes  and  bags,  strapped  to  their  shoulders. 
Some  pushed  wheelbarrow^s  and  others  pulled 
little  wagons  piled  high  with  their  necessities. 
Among  this  motley  procession  w^ere  men  from 
every  nation  in  the  world,  old  men  and  young 
boys.  Some  had  been  captured  only  a  short 
time  before  the  armistice  and  others  had  seen 
three  years  of  German  labor.  A  great  many 
were  wounded  and  crippled.  Nearly  all  wore 
beards. 

During  our  stay  in  Pont-a-Mousson  troops 
from  every  allied  army  were  billeted  there. 
The  average  of  American  troops  was  from 
14,000  to  18,000,  and  others  about  5,000. 
Civilians  began  to  drift  back,  reinstate  them- 
selves and  rebuild  their  homes.  Cafes  opened, 
also  novelty  shops.  Later  bread  shops,  gro- 
ceries and  meat  shops.  The  various  bands 
gave  concerts  on  the  public  square.  The  city 
became  alive  with  marching,  drilling,  hustling 
soldiers  and  wandering  civilians.  Traffic  was 
tremendous  through  the  city — trucks  heavily 
loaded  with  supplies  and  salvage  maintained 
a  steady  stream  to  and  from  the  front.  Cars 
and  motorcycles  flashed  through  the  city  at 
short  intervals,  carrying  generals  and  messages. 

Passes  to  Aix-les-Bains  were  issued  and  four- 
teen men  from  our  battery  were  fortunate  to 
receive  one.  The  "Y"  controlled  this  wonder- 
ful leave  area  w^here  money  was  surplus  joy. 
The  men  returned  after  two  weeks  brimful  of 
their  pleasant  experiences.  While  these  men 
were  away  all  was  not  dull  routine  in  the  bat- 
tery. We  were  preparing  for  a  Christmas  en- 
tertainment and  packages  were  arriving  from 
home  filled  w^ith  "condensed"  joy.  The  even- 
ing of  Christmas  day  the  entertainment  was 
successfully  staged. 

During  January  the  7th  Division  inaugurated 
a  series  of  maneuvers.  A  sham  battle  was  en- 
acted near  Rogersville,  showing  the  proper  . 
movements  of  each  branch  of  the  service  par- 
ticipating. The  doughboys  captured  two 
towns.  Corporals  Hertel  and  Johnston  were 
sent,  each  with  a  guidon,  to  represent  the  gun 
positions  of  Batteries  D  and  F.  Corporal  Schoen- 
dorf  and  Private  McCracken  left  January  8 
for  Domvere  to  attend  a  three  days'  course 
in  general  gas  instructions.  Corporal  H.  A. 
Levantine    was   sent    to    Saizerais    on   January 


124  — 


I  3  to  attend  a  liaison  with  aeroplane  school, 
conducted  by  the  354th  and  8th  Aeroplane 
Squadrons.  Saizerais  was  the  headquarters  of 
the  7th  Division.  The  school  lasted  one  week, 
during  which  time  Levantine  was  rationed  by 
Company  F,  5  th  Engineers. 

While  in  Pont-a-Mousson  Lieut.  Hicks  of 
Headquarters  Company  was  assigned  to  us. 
He  proved  to  be  of  the  same  high  caliber  as 
our  other  officers.  He  brought  the  distinction 
of  having  interviewed  the  first  drafted  man  to 
enter  Custer.  This  happened  on  September  5, 
1917.  The  man  was  from  Kalamazoo  and  was 
assigned  to  the  infantry.  Before  leaving  Pont- 
a-Mousson  Lieut.  Hicks  was  transferred  to  the 
regular  army. 

During  our  sojourn  in  Pont-a-Mousson,  Cor- 
porals McClain  and  Erkfltz  were  advanced  to 
Sergeants,  Private  Urda  was  made  Stable  Ser- 
geant and  Sergeant  Malim  officially  pronounced 
as  First  Sergeant.  On  January  6th  a  machine 
gun  school  was  started.  A  night  school  for  the 
pursuit  of  educational  subjects  w^as  promoted 
and  secured  the  interest  of  several  of  our  men. 
Some  of  the  fellows  who  had  been  left  behind 
in  hospitals  and  Officers'  Training  Schools 
returned  to  us  here.  Chaplain  Sorensen  held 
services  on  Sundays  in  an  old  cathedral  which 
had  been  the  objective  of  many  a  shell.  Hun- 
dreds of  thousands  of  allied  soldiers  passed 
through  the  city  returning  to  cities  farther  back. 
Martial  music  could  usually  be  heard  either 
night  or  day.  In  February  a  small  army  of 
German  prisoners  was  brought  to  the  city  to 
do  reconstruction  work,  remove  the  barricades 
from  the  buildings  and  clean  up  the  city  in 
general.  The  roads  were  repaired  and  the 
former  business  activities  of  the  city  began  to 
flourish. 

A  short  time  before  our  departure  horses 
were  drawn  again  and  the  duties  of  the  men 
became  more  tiresome.  The  drivers  w^ent  to 
Lagney  to  get  the  "cheveaux"  and  experienced 
a  bad  trip  due  to  the  rainy  weather.  The  un- 
sanitary condition  of  the  horses  proved  to  be 
another  problem.  They  were  all  clipped  and 
treated  with  medicinal  preparations  for  killing 
lice.  Eventually  the  time  to  leave  drevvf  near 
and  the  rolling  equipment  had  to  be  painted 
before  it  could  be  turned  over.  This  equip- 
ment was  taken  to  Domgermain  and  turned 
over  to  the  7th  Division.  The  drivers  who 
made  the  trip  suffered  from  the  cold.  The 
roads  were  frozen  and  icy,  the  horses  were  un- 
able to  secure  a  footing  and  the  trip  was  tedi- 
ous both  coming  and   going. 

By  February  1 0th  all  of  our  equipment 
which  was  not  needed  had  been  turned  over 
and  on  the  next  day  we  loaded  our  baggage 
and  ourselves  on  trucks  and  were  taken  to 
Douillard,  where  we  entrained.  Here  again 
we  met  our  old  friends,  the  French  box  cars. 
An  average  of  twenty-four  men,  a  stove,  all 
personal  baggage  and  three  days'  rations  were 
crowded  into  each  car.  We  rode  slowly  and 
made    frequent   stops   and    sidings,    which    en- 


abled us  to  see  some  of  the  prettiest  parts  of 
central  France.  The  route  was  entirely  new 
to  us,  passing  through  Toul,  Gondricourt, 
Wassy,  Troyes,  Auxerre,  Clamecy,  Cosne, 
Bourges,  Vierzon,  Tours,  Chateau  du  Loir  and 
detraining  at  Besse  sur  Braye,  February  1 3. 
We  marched  without  packs  to  St.  Calais  where 
the  regiment  split  and  we  were  given  Conflans 
for  our  billeting  place.  Lieut.  Thompson  was 
appointed  Town  Major  and  suitable  quarters 
were  assigned  to  the  men.  The  baggage  was 
brought  by  trucks.  St.  Calais  was  used  as  regi- 
mental  headquarters. 

We  left  Conflans  at  8:00  o'clock  in  the 
morning,  March  2,  by  foot.  We  joined  the 
regiment  on  the  main  road  to  Le  Mans  and 
marched  to  Le  Briel.  Billeted  there  over- 
night and  marched  next  day  to  Camp  D'Au- 
vours,  commonly  called  the  Belgian  Camp,  be- 
cause it  was  originally  used  by  the  Belgians. 

Here  we  were  billeted  in  wooden  barracks 
with  double  deck  beds.  We  were  given  a 
cootie  bath  and  put  through  numerous  inspec- 
tions. The  brigade  assembled  here  and  many 
fellows  saw  their  old  friends  in  the  328th 
and  330th  again.  Regimental  kitchens,  where 
you  stood  in  line  in  the  rain  for  hours,  was  a 
novel  feature. 

Departure  from  this  camp  was  made  with 
full  packs  the  morning  of  March  9th.  We 
marched  through  Change  and  Le  Mans  and 
entrained  at  a  forv^arding  camp  near  Le  Mans. 
The  "Y"  passed  out  hot  chocolate  and  cookies 
which   served   as   our  dinner.      American  box 


It  was  near  midnight.  The  echelon  was  sleep- 
ing. Suddenly  the  clear  air  was  broken  by  the 
screeching  of  the  gas  claxon.  The  sound  was 
taken  up  by  the  other  gas  sentries  and  soon  the 
echelon  was  a  hubbub.  Men  were  putting  on 
their  gas  masks  in  the  dark.  Several  men  vrere 
unable  to  find  theirs  and  went  in  frantic  search 
of  the  gas  Nom-com,  Sergt.  Erkfitz,  whom  they 
found  in  a  stable,  rolled  in  his  blankets,  with 
his  mask  on.  Desperately  they  asked  for  masks, 
thinking  every  minute  would  be  their  last. 
"Don't  issue  masks  at  night,  come  around  in  the 
morning,"  sleepily  drawled  Erkfitz.  And  some- 
one said  that  a  plumber  would  make  a  good 
Gas  Sergeant  because  they  knew  all  about  gas- 
kets and  "sich"  like. 


cars,  54  men  to  a  car,  was  our  lot.  The  en- 
tire regiment  and  most  of  the  328th  was  on 
the  train. 

We  rode  until  noon  the  next  day  and  de- 
trained at  Brest.  We  passed  through  La  Melen, 
La  Broze,  Domfront,  Conlie,  Sille  le  Ouillaume, 
Evron,    etc. 

The  regiment  was  given  noon  mess  at  Brest 
and  then  we  walked  several  miles  beyond 
Brest  to  the  immense  embarkation  camp,  Pon- 
tanezen.  It  was  uphill  all  the  way  and  our 
packs  contained  everything  we  possessed.  The 
night  spent  on  the  train  was  not  conducive  to 
a  hike  of  this  nature. 


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We  carried  out  our  record  of  drawing  the 
rear  end  of  the  camp  again.  Tents  were  our 
lot.  The  camp  was  one  vast  mine  of  mud.  It 
rained  almost  continually.  The  second  day 
we  were  issued  bunks.  The  tent  leaked  and 
firewood  was  scarce.  The  stoves  v^rere  non- 
efficient.  The  damp  sea  winds  kept  the  can- 
vas in  an  endless  vibration  of  "flops." 

The  red  tape  continued  to  unwind  in  the 
flow  of  useless,  senseless  inspections  of  equip- 
ment,   etc. 

The  camp  was  governed  by  Marine  guards 
and  the  general  routine  of  work  was  the  most 
efficient  that  we  encountered.  The  mess  was 
beyond  improvement.  Our  whole  regiment 
was  fed  in  the  course  of  a  half  hour.  Every- 
thing was  snap  and  vigor.  Military  rules  of 
dress  and  courtesy  were  very  strict. 

Details  were  sent  out  nearly  every  day  to 
do  w^ork  in  the  camp  and  at  Brest.  Everyone 
was  given  an  opportunity  to  see  Brest  in  some 
manner.  Forty  thousand  permanent  troops 
were  stationed  at  Brest  and  transient  men  kept 
the  total  over  the  hundred  thousand  mark.  A 
camp  paper,  the  "Duck-Board,"  'was  issued 
semi-weekly  in  this  camp. 

During  our  stay  we  were  given  a  cootie  bath 
in  an  immense  delousing  plant.  The  next  day 
it  burned  to  the  ground. 

Fatigue  details  were  working  night  and  day 
at  Brest  and  Pontanezen.     Battery  routine  con- 
tinued  with   the   usual   regularity;    the   date   of 
our   sailing   was   still    a    mystery;    w^ild    rumors 
were  floating  about  the  camp,  the  latest  seemed 
to   be  that  we  would   sail   on   freighters   of   an 
uncertain  variety;  the  328th  were  bragging  of 
their  departure  on  the  "Leviathan,"  which  was 
to  take  place  in  a  few^  days.    The  "Aquatania," 
the   "Mauritania"    and   the    "Leviathan"    were 
in    dock,    with   numerous   smaller   boats.      We 
finally  reached  the  decision  that  we  would  be 
lucky   if  we   got   an   average   boat.      Someone 
sprung  a  new  one  on  us  and  said  that   "CD" 
stood   for   "Continual  Disappointments."      On 
the  whole  we  were  not  in   the  best   of  spirits 
even  though  we  were  at  the  embarkation  camp. 
Sunday,  March  23rd,  arrived  and  a  large  per- 
centage  of   us   were    granted    passes    to    Brest. 
This  was  not  a  good  sign  for  sudden  departure. 
When  the  men  on  pass  returned  Sunday  even- 
ing  they   found   their   extra   blankets   and   bed 
sacks  turned  in  and  an  order  out  that  reveille 
would  sound  at  3:00  o'clock  in  the  morning. 
We  arose  shortly  after  3:00  a.  m.,  Monday, 
and  made  our  packs,  cleaned  up  our  tents  and 
put  our  section  of  the  camp  in  good  condition. 
Messed   at   5  :00  and  were  outside  with  packs 
at  6:1  5.     We  marched  to  Brest  and  stopped  at 
the  docks  long  enough   for  the   Red   Cross  to 
pass  out  a  pair  of  socks  filled  with  delicacies  to 
each   man.      We   then   boarded    the    "Knicker- 
bocker"   and  were   ferried     to    THE     "LEVI- 
ATHAN," which  we  boarded  to  the  tunes  of 
the  Navy  band.     It  was  just  noon. 


We  were  assigned  bunks,  sixteen  men  to 
each  bunk;  two  east  and  west  and  four  north. 
The  bunks  were  made  with  pipe  framework 
and  canvas  stretchers.  At  4:00  o'clock  we 
were  given  our  supper  and  a  real  supper  it 
was:  mashed  potatoes  and  gravy,  weenies, 
macaroni,  pickled  beets  and  cabbage,  coffee 
with  sugar,  bread  and  butter  and  cake.  Every- 
thing seasoned  well.  Washing  facilities  were 
better  than  we  had  ever  had  on  land;  large 
vats  of  scalding  water.  The  food  continued 
good,  the  next  day  we  were  served  w^ith  meat 
and  we  knew  it  was  not  horse  meat.  We  did 
not  expect  the  best  of  food  on  the  w^ater  and 
would  have  been  satisfied  with  less  than  we 
had.  The  contrast  with  the  "Maunganui"  was 
so  great  that  it  was  almost  unbelievable.  The 
smell  of  the  boat  was  clean  and  not  sickening 
like  our  other  experience.  Being  the  largest 
boat  in  the  world  it  was  naturally  quite  a  nov- 
elty for  us  to  explore.  Two  motion  picture 
shows  of  a  capacity  of  more  than  1,000  per- 
sons was  no  trifling  affair.  The  second  day 
on  board  wounded  and  sick  men  were  brought 
aboard. 

Our  regiment  was  placed  in  charge  of  the 
policing  and  the  guard  duty  on  the  boat.  The 
time  passed  pleasantly  because  no  one  was 
sick  and  we  had  plenty  of  amusements  and 
plenty  to  eat. 

We  arrived  at  New  York  on  April  2nd  and 
were  met  by  Governor  Sleeper,  of  Michigan, 
and  the  Mayor  of  New  York  and  his  party  on 
a  yacht.  They  escorted  us  to  Hoboken.  We 
were  ferried  to  Long  Island  and  entrained  for 
Camp   Mills. 

We  remained  in  Camp  Mills  two  weeks. 
The  camp  was  so  changed  that  it  was  hardly 
recognizable.  The  tents  had  given  way  to 
good  barracks.  The  contrast  with  our  former 
stay  was  so  great  that  w^e  were  hilarious. 
Passes  were  granted  to  New  York,  Brooklyn 
and  other  nearby  points  for  the  asking.  The 
battery  fund  was  spent  for  luxuries.  The  iron 
rule  relaxed  and  the  officers  became  a  little 
more  congenial. 

We  left  Camp  Mills  on  April  1  7th  in  the 
afternoon  and  reached  Custer  at  1  I  :00  p.  m. 
on  the  1 8th.  The  most  tedious  time  of  our 
army  career  was  spent  between  that  time  and 
April  23rd  ■when  we  were  "set  free."  Oh-h-h, 
what  a  HAPPY  bunch  we  were.  The  parting 
of  comrades  made  the  end  a  trifle  less  boister- 
ous, but  the  heaviest  load  ever  lifted  from  men 
on  earth  was  lifted  from  us  w^hen  we  passed 
out  of  the  entrance  of  dear  old  Camp  Custer. 
We  love  it  and  we  like  the  army.  We  had  a 
wonderful  and  a  broadening  experience  but 
Americans  have  no  inherent  love  of  things  mil- 
itary and  Peace  welcomed  us  with  open  arms. 
We  ran  to  greet  Her! 

CORP.  ELMER  J.  HANNA, 

Battery  Editor. 


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ATTEDY    £ 


During  the  month  of  September,  1917, 
when  the  seemingly  victorious  Huns  were  mak- 
ing their  attacks  on  churches,  hospitals  and 
relief  ships,  a  contingent  of  two  hundred  men 
was  assembled  in  Detroit,  Michigan,  and  given 
one  of  the  greatest  send-offs  ever  tendered  a 
g^oup  of  men.  "And  why  all  this  cheering  and 
celebrating?"  one  asked.  Detroit  was  send- 
ing her  first  selection  of  manly  youths  to  the 
colors  to  join  in  the  fight  for  Democracy  and 
Humanity.  From  these  two  hundred  men  that 
climbed  the  old  hill  at  Custer  through  mud  and 
with  perspiration  streaming  from  their  brows, 
sixteen  were  sifted  out  and  assigned  to  Bat- 
tery E,   329th  Field  Artillery. 

Upon  their  arrival  at  their  new  home  they 
found  Captain  James  F.  Burns  in  command, 
with  Lieutenants  Harry  G.  Sparks,  Alexander 
B.  Lange,  Harney  B.  Stover,  Charles  F.  Saw- 
yer and  O.  Z.  Ide  as  his  assistants.  The  first 
night  was  comfortably  spent  in  army  cots  filled 
with  nicely  arranged  straw  ticks  which  were 
welcomed  after  a  strenuous  day  spent  in  De- 
troit and  on  the  way  to  Custer.  But  when  the 
bugler  sounded  reveille  in  the  morning  we 
learned  the  reason  a  bugler  has  so  few  friends 
in  the  army.  The  next  two  weeks  were  spent 
learning  the  fundamentals  of  artillery  and  pre- 
paring the  home  for  the  recruits  that  were  yet 
to  follow. 

On  September  20th,  fifty-two  additional  re- 
cruits were  ushered  into  the  battery  to  join  the 
regulars,  as  they  chose  to  be  termed,  and  two 
days  later  these  were  supplemented  by  an  in- 
crease of  fifty-three  more.  As  the  battery  was 
now  assuming  a  reasonable  size,  selections  were 
made  and  organization  was  effected.  Out  of 
the  shuffle  came  our  old  "Top  Cutter"  as  the 
First  Sergeant  is  dubbed,  Clyde  Richard  Par- 
ker. Our  battery  was  another  League  of  Na- 
tions, being  made  up  of  many  men  of  foreign 
parentage,  but  we  had  a  common  purpose  and 
a  common  understanding  was  soon  reached. 
Lectures  on  military  courtesies  and  conduct  in 
general  were  delivered  by  Captain  Burns,  all 
of  which  was  strange  to  us.  It  took  but  a  few 
days  to  become  "regulars"   which  entitled  us 


to  make  the  most  fun  of  the  rookie's  embarrass- 
ment and  many  funny  things  happened.  We 
were  found  saluting  the  First  Sergeant,  or  ad- 
dressing the  Corporal  as  "Sir."  Before  we  be- 
came acquainted  with  each  other  it  was  sur- 
prising how  many  rich  men's  sons  had  come 
from  Detroit.  But  time  wore  down  the  first 
impressions  and  we  began  to  know  each  other 
and  to  realize  how  much  we  had  in  common. 
Just  when  general  training  was  established  as 
the  routine  of  the  day,  Captain  Burns  was  taken 
from  our  ranks  and  assigned  to  the  Rainbow^ 
Division  and  Captain  Carlton  L.  Wheeler  was 
substituted.  As  the  training  progressed  from 
stage  to  stage  and  we  grew  to  know  our  work 
and  to  know  our  officers,  we  found  that  we 
had  a  worthy  friend  in  Captain  Wheeler,  and 
our  experience  under  his  command  from  those 
early  days,  through  the  entire  race  to  the  end, 
has  justified  our  regard  for  him.  With  him 
also  came  Lieutenants  John  B.  Gay,  Thomas 
Casey  and  Max  L.  Gorton,  while  Lieutenants 
Sawyer  and  Ide  departed  for  Camp  Green, 
S.  C.  All  through  the  months  of  October,  No- 
vember and  December  the  battery  received, 
transferred  and  discharged  men  from  time  to 
time.  Our  heaviest  transfer  occurred  on  the 
29th  of  October  when  thirty-six  of  our  men 
were  transferred  to  the  32nd  National  Guard 
Division,  Waco,  Texas,  which  Division,  as  it 
afterward  proved,  was  one  of  the  first  to  see 
active  service.  November  2  1  st  gave  the  non- 
coms  an  opportunity  to  display  their  authority, 
which  they  surely  did,  when  an  additional 
eighty-three  men  put  the  Battery  E  button  in 
their  collars.  Out  of  this  group  our  popular 
beauty-shop  bugler,  Anthony  Schultz,  made 
his  appearance.  With  the  assistance  of  his 
looking  glass  Anthony  made  his  way  to  pres- 
tige as  the  pride  of  the  battery.  This  mirror 
they  said  was  always  with  him.  But  we  had 
not  even  now  become  set  in  our  organization 
and  once  more  a  wholesale  transfer  took 
twenty-five  of  our  pals  for  the  32nd  National 
Guard  to  join  those  who  had  left  us  a  month 
before.  With  these  men  went  out  never-to-be- 
forgotten  Peter  Parcienski,  who  kept  the  bat- 


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tery  in  excitement  with  his  "Me  Seek"  slogan 
and  Club  Cigar  smile.  All  the  while  the  old 
sandy  field  along  Harmonia  Road  was  the 
scene  of  Squads  East  and  West,  Right  Face, 
Double  Time  and  a  thousand  Greek  commands 
to  us  rookies.  Lieut.  Casey  insisted  on  saying 
"laft"  instead  of  "left,"  until  one  day  one  of 
the  rawest  of  recruits  reminded  him  of  the  cor- 
rect pronunciation.  No  matter  how  hard  the 
sun  shone,  or  how  hard  the  rain  poured,  we 
were  there  to  drill  all  day  and  by  the  appe- 
tites we  displayed  one  would  think  we  drilled 
at  night  too. 

On  the  morning  of  December  12th  Lieu- 
tenants E.  Bishop,  John  T.  Rawlings,  Morris 
Scott,  Peter  Adams,  Bert  N.  Sorensen,  New- 
ton L.  Yarnell  and  Harry  C.  Schloot  were 
transferred  from  a  southern  camp  and  attached 
to  the  battery  for  duty.      With  this  fine  array 


of  officers,  which  now  numbered  fourteen,  one 
could  not  go  outside  without  breaking  his  arm 
by  saluting. 

On  December  1 4th  a  detail  was  sent  out 
under  sealed  orders  and  when  they  returned 
they  brought  with  them  eighty-six  ponies  as  a 
gift  to  the  battery,  with  instructions  from  the 
donor  that  they  should  be  well  taken  care  of. 
From  that  day  our  troubles  started.  Some  of 
the  men  contended  they  joined  the  army  to 
fight  and  not  to  learn  the  livery  business,  but 
no  matter  how  good  a  civilian  taxpayer  you 
were  before  entering  the  service,  you  were 
there  to  "stand  to  heel."  Many  a  time  we 
wished  we  were  in  No-Man' s-Land,  far  aw^ay 
from  these  four  footed,  high  strung,  kicking 
beasts.  At  the  command  of  stand  to  heel  one 
would  have  to  stand  at  attention  one  yard  in 
the   rear   of   the  horse.      if  said   horse  made   a 


—  128  — 


pass  at  you  and  you  knew  this  pass  was  going 
to  take  effect,  attention  was  your  position.  At 
the  command  of  "commence  grooming!"  an 
echo  could  be  heard  floating  throughout  the 
stables,  "Whoa,  Mabel,"  "Nice  boy,"  "Get 
over  you  ?  ?  ?  ?"  and  many  other  familiar  army 
phrases.  We  all  soon  conquered  the  art  of 
caring  for  horses  so  the  next  step  was  riding. 
First  bareback,  then  with  a  blanket  and  then 
with  the  welcome  saddle.  It  only  took  sev- 
eral weeks  until  the  horses  were  considered 
members  of  the  family  and  had  their  friends 
with  all  of  us. 

January  23rd  found  seventy-eight  more 
horses  added  to  our  stables,  from  which  lot  we 
derived  No.  155,  as  crazy  a  horse  as  was  ever 
"well  groomed"  between  the  forelegs. 

The  months  of  January,  February,  March 
and  April  were  busy  months  for  us,  keeping 
the  horses  in  condition,  going  to  the  coal  pile, 
digging  in  the  gravel  pits,  shoveling  snow, 
doing  K.  P.  duty  and  many  other  army  essen- 
tials. Many  a  cold  day  did  Custer  witness,  but 
the  barracks  were  always  warm  and  homelike. 
Then  we  had  the  city  of  Battle  Creek  just  two 
miles  south  of  us  in  which  to  spend  our  even- 


We  regret  that  Capl.  Carlton  Wheeler's  pic- 
ture was  never  receiyed. 


ings  and  pass  off  our  troubles.  When  the  old 
85th  left  Custer,  Battle  Creek  sent  her  best 
wishes  with  us  and  many  a  sad  parting  took 
place. 

On  May  1 0th,  Lieutenants  Rawlings, 
Schloot,  Yarnell,  Adams  and  Sorensen  were 
transferred  to  Camp  Jackson,  thus  confirming 
the  rumors  that  we  were  about  ready  to  sail 
for  France.  June  29th  the  battery  received 
eighty  recruits  on  a  hurry-up  order.  They 
were  fitted  up  quickly  and  put  into  condition 
for  the  trip  across.  July  1  2  th  saw  the  horses 
turned  back  to  the  remount  station  and  the 
issuing  of  all  necessary  overseas  equipment, 
which  facts  kept  the  battery  in  excitement  until 
the  final  day  came  for  our  departure  from  Cus- 
ter, July  16th. 

The  second  battalion  was  assembled  at  1  :00 
p.  m.  and  marched  down  the  never-forgotten 
Custer  road  to  the  train  at  the  far  end  of  the 
camp,  from  where  we  bade  farewell  to  the 
best  camp  we  have  ever  occupied.  The  train 
took  us  through  Detroit,  Windsor,  etc.,  and 
finally  landed  us  in  Hoboken,  N.  J.,  from 
where  we  took  a  boat  to  Long  Island,  N.  Y. 
After  spending  several  anxious  hours  in  Long 
island  we  boarded  a  train,  an  1820  model, 
express,  and  arrived  in  Garden  City  late  that 
evening.  From  here  we  marched  to  Camp 
Mills  with  full  packs.  This  march  is  one  of 
many  which  never  will  be  forgotten,  as  the 
streets  were  oily  and  muddy.     To  add  to  our 


discomfort  our  slickers  were  worn,  thus  allow- 
ing no  free  walking  motion  with  our  packs. 
We  arrived  at  Mills  about  midnight  and  were 
immediately  assigned  to  quarters.  Some  fifty 
fellows  slept  in  a  two  by  four  cook  shanty, 
which  at  that  time  felt  mighty  good.  The  next 
day  the  battery  was  assigned  its  portion  of 
tents  and  the  necessary  overseas  requirements 
were  started,  including  physical  inspections, 
clothing  settlements  and  drills.  During  the 
afternoons  passes  were  issued  and  the  entire 
battery  took  advantage  and  visited  New  York 
City,  the  famous  Coney  Island  and  other 
places  of  amusement.  The  bath  houses  were 
also  a  very  essential  necessity  in  Camp  Mills, 
as  black  dirt  storms  visited  us  every  day. 
When  the  time  arrived  for  our  departure  we 
were  happy,  as  living  in  tents  filled  with  black 
dirt,  with  the  hot  sun  beating  down  upon  them, 
did  not  quite  strike  our  fancy. 

On  July  3 1  St  we  marched  to  the  train  and 
departed  for  Long  Island  once  again.  At 
Long  Island  a  ferry  boat  welcomed  us  and 
finally  landed  us  beside  the  good  old  ship 
"Maunganui"  in  Hoboken.  The  remainder  of 
the  day  and  night  was  spent  in  looking  over 
our  submarine  fighter,  which  was  pronounced 
safe  to  make  the  trip. 

August  1st,  9:00  a.  m.,  the  "Maunganui" 
cleared  the  dock  and  headed  for  the  deep  blue 
sea,  midst  laughter,  singing  and  cheers.  The 
first  two  days  out  were  days  of  agony  for  most 
of  us,  in  fact  the  sea  sickness  started  several 
hours  after  we  had  left  port.  All  was  quiet 
during  these  days,  one  being  only  too  glad  to 
be  in  his  hammock  and  sleep  if  sleep  were  pos- 
sible. About  the  third  day  out  things  changed 
for  the  better  and  once  again  the  men  were 
singing  and  going  about  the  boat  in  a  merry 
mood.  Our  escort,  composed  of  some  sixteen 
vessels,  was  a  picturesque  sight  on  the  water 
and  the  group  of  ships  could  defy  any  number 
of  submarines.  Sunday  morning,  August  1  1th, 
the  tune  of  "Star  Spangled  Banner"  came 
floating  out  to  us  from  the  Liverpool  docks.     It 


First   Iiieut.   Richard   E.   Bishop 


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was  played  by  a  British  band  while  our  boat 
docked  and  we  again  set  foot  on  land.  The 
battery  marched  through  the  streets  of  Liver- 
pool to  the  station,  where  we  vs^ere  fed  by  the 
Red  Cross  before  our  trip  across  England. 

All  the  day  was  spent  crossing  England  and 
this  country  afforded  us  beautiful  scenery, 
until  late  in  the  evening,  when  we  arrived  at 
Southampton,  where  we  put  up  for  the  night 
at  a  rest  camp  several  miles  from  the  town. 
We  were  advised  this  camp  was  so  situated  in 
order  that  the  soldiers  could  wash  up  and  get 
a  good  rest  before  departing  for  France,  but 
the  next  day  at  noon  found  us  hiking  for  the 
docks,  where  we  again  embarked,  this  time  for 
France,  on  the  Harvard.  The  night  was  spent 
crossing  the  channel.  We  landed  at  Le  Havre 
early  the  next  morning,  from  where  we  took  a 
train  to  "Somewhere  in  France."  It  was  at 
Le  Havre  we  first  got  a  real  look  at  the  actual 
results  of  the  war,  a  large  base  hospital.  The 
remainder  of  the  day  and  part  of  the  next  were 
spent     in     2x4     box     cars     traveling     through 


First  I^ieut.  Harry  G.  Sparks 

France.  The  trip  was  enjoyed  as  far  as  the 
scenery  was  concerned.  It  was  in  these  cars 
that  the  occupants  were  compelled  to  sleep  in 
reliefs.  The  1 8th  found  us  happy  and  con- 
tented in  billets  in  Messac,  which  place  will 
never  be  forgotten  for  its  hospitality.  It  was 
here  we  could  run  down  to  the  river  and  enjoy 
daily  baths  and  weekly  clothing  wash-ups.  All 
the  boys  took  advantage  of  these  conveniences 
and  within  several  days  we  were  all  enjoying 
a  more  homelike  appearance  once  again.  Here 
the  cider  and  vin  rouge  were  purchased  freely 
and  many  a  fellow  will  recall  with  regret  the 
flowing  drink.  Mixed  with  our  long  evening 
pleasures,  the  days  were  spent  drilling,  attend- 
ing helpful  lectures  and  going  to  schools. 

August  25  th  we  packed  our  belongings  and 
hiked  for  Camp  Coetquidan,  arriving  there  the 
following  day.  This  surely  was  a  long,  tire- 
some hike,  considering  the  fact  we  marched 
with  packs  on  our  backs.  On  this  march  the 
fellows  began  having  fun  with  the  inhabitants 
owing  to  their  improvements  in  the  French 
language.     It  was  about  noon  when  we  entered 


the  much  noted  American  Training  Camp 
called  Coetquidan.  The  first  faces  to  greet  us 
were  Lieutenants  Sparks  and  Gorton,  Privates 
Findley  and  Philo,  who  had  gone  as  an  ad- 
vanced party  and  it  is  needless  to  mention  that 
these  faces  surely  made  us  feel  at  home.  Sev- 
eral days  were  spent  cleaning  the  barracks  and 
surroundings  and  putting  our  new  home  into  a 
livable  condition,  after  which  time  we  started 
on  our  final  training  for  the  front. 

September  6th  the  battery  lost  Lieutenant 
Gorton  to  Headquarters  Company  and  gained 
Lieutenant  Roy  W.  Wilson.  September  1  7th 
we  received  our  allotment  of  horses,  which 
were  turned  over  to  Lieutenant  Wilson  for 
care,  and  to  look  at  them  one  would  think  they 
needed  feed  worse.  It  only  took  a  week  or  so 
until  they  were  Americanized  and  pronounced 
fit  for  front  line  duty,  which  duty  they  later 
performed  satisfactorily.  October  1  st  the  bat- 
tery received  its  first  chance  to  fire  the  French 
75s.  It  did  not  take  the  men  long  to  learn  the 
knack  of  handling  them. 

Fourteen  men  were  transferred  to  us  on 
October  16  from  the  310th  Ammunition 
Train,  which  organization  had  disbanded.  On 
the  1 8th  we  lost  our  best  Irish  friend  to  the 
hospital,  Stable  Sergeant  Burl  J.  Kelly,  a  real 
battery  jewel.  With  Kelly  went  the  entire  bat- 
tery's w^ishes  for  a  speedy  recovery,  which 
later  did  come. 

At  this  time  the  battery  w^as  taking  their 
regular  road  marches,  necessary  drilling  and 
practice  firing,  when  weather  permitted.  We 
saw  nothing  but  rain  and  damp  days,  which 
caused  many  "flu"  cases  and  sent  many  to  the 
hospital.  Of  the  fellows  sent  to  the  hospital, 
all  recovered  with  the  exception  of  Privates 
Varner  M.  Cravens  and  Frank  Neuhauser,  who 
succumbed  from  pneumonia. 

The  battery  received  its  orders  to  move  for 
the  front  on  October  23  and  about  noon  we 
moved  out  on  our  way  to  Guer.  From  there 
we  loaded  on  our  train  and  departed  for  an 
unknown  place.  Traveling  this  time  was  some- 
what better,  as  only  ten  men  occupied  the  2x4 
box  cars.  It  is  to  be  noted  that  the  train  was 
an  up  to  date  one  owing  to  the  telephone  con- 
nections thereon,  which  were  installed  by  the 
telephone  gang  before  pulling  out.  October 
25  th  we  detrained  at  Humberville  and 
marched  about  two  miles  to  our  barracks  in  a 
valley.  Here  we  made  ourselves  at  home  for 
the  next  week  by  cleaning  up  in  general  and 
getting  ready  for  the  next  move,  which  came 
on  October  30th.  We  left  Humberville  about 
noon  and  detrained  at  Rimaucourt  the  follow- 
ing day,  from  where  we  marched  to  Toul  and 
billeted  for  the  night,  a  very  cold  one.  After 
the  horses  were  cared  for  and  hot  coffee 
served,  the  men  were  told  to  get  their  blankets 
and  get  under  cover.  Most  of  the  men  had 
blankets  and  were  under  cover  in  a  few  min- 
utes, but  some  were  without  cover.  Here  we 
saw   the   American    cemetery   just    outside    of 


—  130  — 


Toul,  which  brought  us  to  our  senses  once 
again. 

From  Toul  we  marched  to  Lagney,  arriving 
there  about  6:00  p.  m.,  October  31st.  Here 
we  found  good  billets  and  the  evening  was 
spent  in  sound  sleeping,  a  pleasure  to  get  at 
this  time.  The  next  day,  November  1st,  we 
marched  to  the  Woods  of  Bois  Fliery,  where  we 
put  up  for  the  night  and  early  in  the  morning 
pulled  into  the  woods  proper  and  laid  under 
cover,  as  we  were  near  the  front  and  could 
hear  the  big  guns  singing  their  direful  tunes. 

About  4:00  p.   m.   the  battery  was  divided 


Iilent.  Morris  Scott 

into  two  parts;  the  Firing  Battery,  including  the 
gun  crews  and  part  of  the  B.  C.  section,  and 
the  other,  the  remainder  of  the  battery,  known 
as  the  echelon  or  relief.  When  all  were  as- 
signed their  proper  duties  the  battery  moved 
on  its  way  to  the  front.  About  10:00  p.  m. 
the  part  of  the  battery  designated  for  the 
echelon  left  us  in  the  woods  west  of  Nonsard 
to  take  up  their  duties  and  the  remainder  kept 
on  traveling  towards  their  position.  About 
midnight  we  arrived  at  Beney,  an  old  shot-up 
village  which  was  once  in  the  hands  of  the 
Germans,  where  we  took  up  our  position  and 
immediately  started  to  get  our  guns  under 
cover  and  everything  ready  for  the  following 
day.  It  surely  was  a  busy  night  for  us,  as 
nothing  could  be  left  undone.  When  day 
broke  everything  was  in  order  and  we  were  all 
told  to  keep  under  cover  and  rest.  Some  could 
sleep  and  some  couldn't,  owing  to  the  guns 
sending  their  compliments  over  to  Fritz.  The 
next  few  days  were  spent  adjusting  our  fire 
and  listening  to  Sam  and  Fritz  with  their  bat- 
tles. On  the  5  th  the  battery  moved  from  its 
position  at  Beney  to  the  woods  southwest  of 
Benoit  on  the  banks  of  a  beautiful  lake  in  the 
woods.  On  our  march  to  this  place  we  were 
fired  upon  for  the  first  time.  If  Fritz  had 
loaded  his  guns  with  good  shells  instead  of 
duds  the  writer  might  have  had  a  different  or 
no  story  at  all  to  write,  as  60  per  cent  of  the 
shells  sent  over  to  us  were  "M.  P.  finish." 
The  following  day  we  received  orders  to  move 


back  into  our  former  position  at  Beney,  which 
move  was  made  in  the  evening  under  fire  and 
above  plenty  of  mud.  Once  more  we  made 
our  position  at  Beney  a  comfortable  living 
place  and  the  following  day  began  sending  our 
calling  cards  over  to  Fritz  by  the  hundreds. 
On  the  late  afternoon  of  the  9th  Fritz  located 
us  and  immediately  started  shelling  us.  Again 
late  in  the  evening  Fritz  gave  us  some  more, 
but  this  time  his  aiming  was  short  and  again  we 
emerged  all  O.  K.  Of  course  while  the  Ger- 
mans were  sending  us  shells  we  sent  back  ours, 
which,  from  the  observers'  standpoint  took  ef- 
fect. The  morning  of  the  1  1  th  found  the 
whole  front  booming  until  10:39  a.  m.,  when 
the  order  came  to  cease  firing.  The  remainder 
of  the  day  and  the  following  day  were  spent 
visiting  the  front  line  on  both  sides. 

November  1  3th  found  the  battery,  together 
with  the  remainder  of  the  regiment,  moving 
out  of  position  and  on  their  way  to  Pont-A- 
Mousson,  at  which  place  w^e  arrived  the  same 
day.  Here  we  were  billeted  in  large  comfort- 
able buildings,  heated  with  fireplaces  and  pos- 
sessing all  the  home  comforts.  As  this  was  to 
be  our  home  indefinitely  we  all  worked  to 
make  it  the  best  ever  and  in  less  than  a  week's 
time  all  the  rooms,  which  contained  eight  or 
ten  men,  were  like  civilian  homes.      Here  we 


Xdent.  Boy  W.  Wilson 

performed  necessary  drilling,  including  gun 
drill,  foot  drill  and  other  essentials  of  Army 
life. 

February  1st,  1919,  during  the  shuffle  of 
our  daily  duties  our  worthy  Captain,  Carlton 
L.  Wheeler,  was  transferred  to  the  1st  Divi- 
sion. As  Captain  Wheeler  raised,  trained  and 
led  the  battery  all  through  its  career,  all  the 
men  mourned  the  loss  of  him,   but  with  him 


131  — 


went  the  best  wishes  of  all.  Lieutenant  Bishop 
was  then  put  in  command,  which  move  was 
welcomed  by  every  member  of  the  outfit. 
Another  hard  blow  struck  us  February  23rd, 
when  Lieutenant  Scott  was  transferred  to  the 
328th  F.  A.  Scott  surely  was  every  man's 
friend  and  all  the  boys  would  risk  their  lives 
for  Jim,  but  this  did  not  keep  him  with  us,  so 
all  we  could  do  was  send  our  wishes  with  him. 
Lieutenant  William  B.  Waterman  of  Head- 
quarters Company  was  transferred  to  E  Bat- 
tery to  fill  the  vacancy  left  by  Lieutenant  Scott. 
February  1  I  th  we  all  packed  our  belongings 
and  hiked  to  Douillard,  about  two  miles  from 


"E"    Battery   Position    at   the   Front 

Pont-A-Mousson,  and  entrained  for  the  coast, 
which  trip  was  anticipated  for  months.  Here 
we  were  welcomed  by  our  never-forgotten 
French  2x4  box  cars,  28  men  to  the  car.  After 
hay  and  stoves  were  put  in  each  car,  also  the 
28  men  and  provisions,  we  started  across 
France  once  again.  The  trip  was  cold  and 
slow.  We  traveled  about  twenty-five  miles  a 
day.  Nights  were  spent  sleeping  in  reliefs, 
one-half  sleeping  and  the  other  half  fighting 
the  war  around  the  grand  stove.  The  scenery 
was  beautiful,  as  we  passed  through  the  more 
beautiful  part  of  France.  Near  Tours  we  re- 
ceived a  caller  in  the  person  of  Sergeant  Wini- 
fred Thibeadeu,  a  former  member  of  the  old 
battery.  Thibeadeu  is  now  doing  detective 
work  throughout  France  and  was  transferred 
from  the  battery  in  the  early  days  at  Custer. 
It  surely  was  a  surprise,  as  he  was  reported 
officially  killed  in  action. 

February  1  3th  we  detrained  at  Montau- 
bleau.  A  three-mile  hike  found  us  in  Valennes, 
where  we  made  our  home  before  starting  on 
our  trip  to  the  boat.  Valennes  is  a  small  vil- 
lage near  St.  Calais  with  a  population  of  about 
800  good  old  French  people.  As  we  entered 
the  town  all  the  school  children  and  people  of 
the  village  assembled  in  the  square  and  greeted 
us  as  friends,  this  being  their  first  glimpse  of 
American  soldiers.  We  took  one  look  at  the 
village  and  it  was  so  clean  and  up-to-date  that 
we  all  immediately  got  busy  and  cleaned  up 
from  head  to  foot  in  order  to  keep  in  harmony 
with  the  village.     Afterwards  we  were  assigned 


our  billets  and  homelike  beds,  all  grouped 
around  the  square,  where  everything  takes 
place.  Here  the  little  French  refugees  would 
gather  after  school  and  play  with  the  men, 
which  brought  back  old  U.  S.  memories.  It 
was  here  we  got  a  real  taste  of  home  life.  The 
people  surely  took  us  in  and  would  prepare  us 
chicken,  French  fried,  steaks  and  all  the  things 
that  tasted  like  home  for  a  reasonable  price. 
Most  everyone  took  advantage  of  this  oppor- 
tunity and  within  a  week  the  supply  sergeant 
was  besieged  with  requests  for  larger  trousers. 
One  could  also  enjoy  billiards  and  pool,  there 
being  three  tables  in  the  town. 

February  2  7th,  Lieutenant  Max  L.  Gorton 
again  joined  the  battery  from  Headquarters 
Company,  which  transfer  was  received  with 
joy  by  all  of  us,  as  one  could  not  find  a  better 
friend  than  he.  In  the  midst  of  our  happiness. 
Lieutenant  Wilson  departed  for  the  329th  Ma- 
chine Gun  Battalion.  During  his  stay  w^ith  us 
he  made  many  good,  true  friends. 

Just  as  we  were  about  to  depart  from 
Valennes,  our  old  friend  Corporal  George  C. 
Channing  rejoined  us  in  the  form  of  a  3rd 
Lieutenant.  George  finished  his  course  at 
Saumur  with  flying  colors,  and  as  the  war  was 
over  when  he  finished  his  course,  he  was  only 
too  glad  to  get  back.  George  is  a  fellow  that 
comes  up  smiling  no  matter  how  dark  and 
dreary  the  day  may  be,  and  he  surely  was  wel- 
comed back  with  the  broad  smile,  also  his  de- 
cootied  outfit,  which  was  filled  with  a  million 
creases.  Now  we  can  appreciate  what  George 
told  us  regarding  the  "Mills."  Many  a  good 
laugh  and  conversation  was  afforded  by 
George.  Corporal  Carl  L.  Hesse,  a  3rd  Lieu- 
tenant, also  rejoined  us  about  this  time — 
a  good  happening  for  the  battery,  as  no  better 
friend  could  be  had  than  Carl.  By  reports  he 
surely  must  have  traveled  over  France  several 


Battery    "E's"    Oijaeiviitiou    Post 


—  132 


times  before  finding  us.     No  wonder,  he  trav- 
eled on  trains  and  we  on  foot. 

March  2nd  we  bade  the  good  people  of 
Valennes  farewell  and  again  hiked  for  "Some- 
where"' nearer  the  coast.  After  one  of  the 
hardest  marches  ever  pulled  off  by  the  329th 


Battery  "E'a"   Cooks 

we  pulled  into  La  Briel  for  the  night.  After 
all  had  their  supper  and  a  salt  water  foot  bath, 
our  beds  welcomed  us  for  a  good  night's  rest 
on  hard  wooden  floors.  Early  the  next  morn- 
ing packs  were  once  more  thrown  on  trucks 
and  we  were  marching  over  the  muddy  roads 
of  France.  It  was  noon  when  we  pulled  into 
Camp  D'Auvours,  at  which  place  we  were  all 
assigned  barracks.  This  is  a  Belgian  camp  lo- 
cated about  ten  kilos  from  La  Mans.  We  were 
de-cootied  and  given  baths  the  following  day, 
also  several  inspections.  Here  is  where  the 
regiment  ate  at  one  time,  w^hich  mess  was  wel- 
comed by  all  after  corn  willie,  etc.,  were  our 
guests  on  the  marches. 

Sunday,  as  usual,  March  9th,  we  departed 
from  Camp  D'Auvours  for  a  short  march  to 
the  train.  To  our  surprise  at  the  end  of  the 
march  we  were  introduced  to  good  old  Ameri- 
can box  cars  which  took  us  to  Brest.  At  the 
sight  of  the  American  train  you  could  hear 
nothing  but  cheers  and  see  nothing  but  smiles. 
Fifty-three  men  were  assigned  to  a  car,  which 
crowded  us  a  little,  but  with  fifty-three  in 
these  cars,  one  had  more  room  than  forty  in 
the  French  cars,  also  good  comfortable  riding. 
The  following  day  we  detrained  at  Brest  and 
needless  to  say  how  real  the  ocean  looked  to 
us  fellows.  After  a  good  meal  we  were 
marched  to  Camp  Pontanezen,  where  we  were 
given  tents  with  real  floors  and  stoves  in  them. 
Here  we  received  our  final  examinations  for 
the  trip  home.  All  will  remember  the  details 
that  were  handed  out.  Instead  of  asking  for 
twenty  or  thirty  men  they  took  practically  the 
entire  battery  for  fatigue,  nights  and  days.  No 
matter  how  hard  you  worked,  you  always 
could  fill  up  on  good  eats,  as  all  the  kitchens 
had  the  "Bou  Coup"  seconds  sign  printed  on 
them,  and  it  did  not  take  us  long  to  get  wise. 
Passes  were  issued  in  this  camp  and  all  could 
take  a  trip  down  to  Brest  and  see  the  sights 
and  pretty  French  girls  in  all  their  glory.  Ser- 
geant Burl  J.  Kelly  and  Thomas  D.  Russell  re- 


joined the  battery  during  our  stay  here.  March 
24th  we  were  on  our  way  once  again,  down 
the  final  stretch  for  home.  About  noon  found 
us  on  the  great  old  ship  Leviathan,  formerly 
the  German  ship  "Vaterland."  As  we  did  not 
leave  port  for  several  days  we  were  allowed  to 
explore  the  ship  as  much  as  we  could  without 
getting  lost.  We  never  dreamed  they  could 
build  such  a  floating  palace.  Two  days  later 
the  ship  was  filled  to  capacity,  15,000,  and 
headed  out  to  sea  midst  the  cheers  of  her  pas- 
sengers. 

The  trip  over  was  a  calm,  interesting  trip 
for  all  of  us.  One  could  enjoy  himself  no 
matter  where  he  went  as  the  weather  was 
clear  and  warm  and  the  sea  quiet.  The  feed 
was  above  reproach  and  some  of  the  fellows 
who  never  got  enough  to  eat  surely  had  their 
chance  to  fill  up.  Pie,  apples  and  all  sorts  of 
fancies  were  in  order.  April  2nd  we  were 
greeted  in  New  York  harbor  by  the  "Mayor's 
welcome  committee  ship"  and  at  I  1  :00  a.  m. 
we  were  docked  and  once  more  cherished  the 
privilege  of  stepping  on  American  soil.  Ah  I 
it  was  a  great  moment  for  all  of  us.  All  our 
American    thoughts   just   flashed    and    bubbled 


Battery  "£'■"  Billets  at  Font-a-Monsson 

out  of  us.  The  Salvation  Army,  Red  Cross 
and  other  societies  met  us  and  distributed  pie, 
cake,  etc.,  which  sure  tasted  fine.  After  a 
brief  stay  at  the  dock  we  loaded  on  a  ferry 
and  started  down  the  river  to  the  railroad 
station  where  we  debarked  and  entrained  for 
Camp  Mills.  To  our  surprise  we  found  Mills 
all   built    up    with    green-colored    barracks    in- 


133  — 


stead  of  the  former  dusty  tents.  On  the  whole 
the  camp  changed  1 00  per  cent  and  is  now 
a  camp  which  can  be  boasted  of  by  the  Gov- 
ernment. The  same  evening  we  were  run 
through   the  de-cootie   plant   once   again,    but 


this  time  to  our  surprise  we  came  out  all 
steamed  up,  making  work  for  the  tailors.  Most 
of  us  turned  in  our  steamed  clothing  for  new 
things.  Passes  were  again  issued  to  the  big 
city.  New  York,  and  we  all  took  advantage 
of  seeing  the  place  once  again. 

April  1  7th  dawned  and  we  marched  to  the 
train  which  took  us  to  Camp  Custer,  the  best 
camp  on  earth.  Upon  arriving  at  the  tracks 
we  were  welcomed  by  honest-to-tre  Pullman 
cars  which  were  to  take  us  to  Custer.  The  trip 
was  fine.  We  were  cheered  all  along  the  way 
by  our  friends,  the  Canadians,  and  upon  arriv- 
ing in  the  Detroit  station,  many  a  sweet  meet- 
ing took  place.  After  refreshments  were 
served  we  were  again  on  our  way  to  Custer, 
arriving  there  about  midnight  the  1  8th.  Bar- 
racks were  assigned  and  all  made  themselves 
at  home  once  again.  After  that,  the  little 
white  paper — and  freedom. 

SGT.  RAY  W.  FOX, 

Battery  Editor. 


Almost  WitKotit  Smokes 

The  first,  last  and  only  time  we  came  peril- 
ously near  the  edge  on  tobacco  was  early  in 
the  game.  We  had  moved  rapidly  with  few 
stops  and  those  of  only  one  night's  duration 
since  we  left  Camp  Mills.  By  the  time  we 
reached  Messac  the  old  tobacco  pouch  looked 
mighty  thin,  and  with  no  chance  in  that  for- 
saken place  to   replenish, 

A  week  and  it  was  all  gone.  Two  days 
without  and  the  chaplain  came  to  the  rescue. 
He  drove  sixty  kilometers  with  his  motorcycle 
on  the  hottest  day  we  saw  in  France,  and  came 
back  with  smokes  in  abundance. 

This  volume  would  not  hold  an  account  of 
the  praise  he  got. 

*      *      * 

THe  DovtgKboys  and  tHe 
Rest  of  Us 

Back  in  the  United  States  millions  upon  mil- 
lions of  men  were  working  twenty-four  hours 
out  of  the  day.  The  machinery  of  thousands 
upon  thousands  of  factories  hummed  in  never- 
ceasing  unison.  Millions  upon  millions  of  dol- 
lars were  loaned  by  the  people  and  spent  by 
the  government.  Thousands  upon  thousands 
of  ships  with  men  and  provisions  crossed  the 
sea. 

In  Europe  hundreds  of  trains  moved  daily 
from  seaports  to  the  front.  Thousands  upon 
thousands  of  motor  trucks  plowed  their  way 
through  muck  and  mire  with  food  and  ammu- 
nition. Hundreds  of  thousands  of  men  and 
cannon  worked  day  and  night  back  of  the 
trenches.  Millions  of  dollars'  worth  of  shells 
were  daily  thrown  toward  Germany.  And  all 
for  what?  We  found  out  on  the  day  of  the 
armistice.  Rushing  up  to  the  front  lines  we 
found  a  thin  line  of  tired,  hungry,  smiling 
doughboys.  These  were  the  fellows  we  were 
all  backing  up. 


When  asked  what  the  national  air  of  the 
United  States  was,  a  little  French  girl  promptly 
answered;    "Hail,  Hail,  the  Gang's  All  Here." 


Beuey 
-  134- 


Although  the  5th  of  September  was  the 
date  on  which  the  initial  five  per  cent  of  se- 
lected men  were  sent  to  training  camps.  Bat- 
tery F  did  not  receive  her  quota  until  the 
following  day  when  the  1 2th  District  of  De- 
troit sent  to  Camp  Custer  the  following  men: 
F.  Ramsey,  1.  Balmas,  V.  Temerowsky,  C. 
Skuterki,  Lynn  RennyTc,  F.  Ward,  A.  E.  Car- 
ney, J.  L.  McGrath,  F.  G.  Beardsley,  and  C. 
F.  Runaberg.  The  next  day  six  men  arrived 
from  the  1  3th  Detroit  Board,  Roy  J.  Alaric, 
Andrew  Rugila,  J.  Stoinawasky,  Robert  L. 
Fleming,  Henry  Sigg,  and  L.  T.  Rademaker. 
These  men  filled  the  required  schedule  of 
sixteen  men  to  each  battery. 

The  entire  regiment  was  quartered  in  build- 
ing 399.  Major  Lothrop,  then  a  Captain,  was 
in  command,  and  Lieut.  Carnahan  was  acting 
First  Sergeant. 

A  schedule  had  been  arranged  and  given  to 
each  draft  board  district  in  Detroit,  showing 
the  dates  and  number  of  men  that  each  district 
should  send  to  camp.  This  schedule  became 
effective  on  the  5  th  of  September,  the  date 
that  the  National  Army  was  really  started.  The 
Light  Guard  Armory  was  designated  as  the 
central  assembling  place  for  all  the  drafted 
men  of  Detroit  that  were  entering  the  service 
on  the  three  days  of  September  5,  6  and  7. 
After  the  draft  board  official  of  each  district 
had  checked  up  his  men  and  finished  tagging 
them,  like  a  herd  of  cattle,  he  gave  each  man 
a  railroad  ticket.  The  men  were  then  marched 
in  a  body  to  Al  Smith's  restaurant  on  Cadillac 
Square  to  partake  of  their  last  meal  in  civilian 
life  for  many  a  day.  At  the  restaurant,  every- 
thing w^as  free  and  each  man  had  his  choice 
of  anything  from  soup  to  nuts.  The  inner  man 
was  satisfied  after  a  short  time  and  the  men 
were  again  taken  back  to  the  Armory  until 
1  2  o'clock.  A  few  minutes  later  the  men  were 
lined  up  in  a  column  of  twos  and,  led  by  a 
band,  marched  out  of  the  Armory  and  started 
on  the  trip  to  camp  by  parading  up  Jefferson 
Avenue,  to  Woodward,  then  north  on  Wood- 
ward to  Elizabeth  Street.  At  this  point  street 
cars  awaited  to  take  the  men  to  the  Michigan 
Central  station.  Amid  much  cheering  and  ap- 
plause the  selects  alighted  from  the  cars  and 


ATTEDY  p 


walked  to  a  train  waiting  on  the  side  track. 
At  12:15  the  engineer  sounded  a  warning  and 
just  a  minute  later  we  were  in  motion. 

While  en  route  to  Camp  Custer  a  draft  official 
on  board  the  train  distributed  a  box  lunch, 
cigarettes,  smoking  tobacco  and  a  Missouri 
meerschaum  to  every  selected  man  on  the 
train.  A  stop  was  made  at  Jackson  for  the 
purpose  of  picking  up  a  small  number  of 
drafted  men  from  that  city  and  outlying  vicin- 
ity. The  trip  via  train  ■was  finally  ended  at 
a  dirt  road  leading  into  the  camp  about  half 
a  mile  away.  The  order,  "Everybody  out," 
was  given  and  upon  alighting  the  men  were 
met  by  a  group  of  soldiers  and  officers,  who 
escorted  them  along  the  dirt  road  over  the  hill 
and  into  the  receiving  station,  commonly  called 
the  "bull  pen." 

The  receiving  station  w^as  divided  into  stalls, 
each  draft  board  having  a  stall.  As  the  men 
approached  this  station,  they  merely  separated 
so  that  all  men  from  each  district  would  be  to- 
gether. The  next  move  was  to  take  the  men 
to  the  stall  corresponding  to  the  number  of 
their  draft  board.  A  short  while  after  the 
men  were  herded  into  the  pens  an  officer  ar- 
rived and  commenced  to  read  a  list  of  occu- 
pations off  a  paper.  If  someone  raised  a  hand 
on  hearing  his  occupation  mentioned,  the  of- 
ficer would  question  the  man  in  regard  to  his 
experience.  If  the  officer  was  satisfied  with 
the  answers  the  man's  name  would  be  taken. 
After  completing  this  list  and  making  a  few 
more  inquiries,  those  men  who  qualified  were 
told  to  follow  the  officer.  He  was  securing 
men  for  the  Engineers. 

Soon  another  officer  entered  the  pen.  This 
time  it  was  an  Artillery  officer.  It  happened 
to  be  Lieutenant  Curtiss  of  Battery  B,  329th 
Field  Artillery. 

He  questioned  the  remaining  men  in  quite 
the  same  manner  as  the  first  officer  but  ■with 
a  different  list  of  occupations.  In  this  way  he 
secured  enough  men  satisfactory  for  the  Artil- 
lery. While  he  was  leading  the  chosen  men 
away  from  the  pen  to  an  assignment  desk,  he 
was  asked  whether  he  knew  what  branch  of 
the  service  these  men  were  about  to  enter. 
He  answered,    "Battery  F,   and  your  Captain 


—  133  — 


is  a  prince  of  a  man  named  Cabeen."  The 
men  waited  a  few  minutes  for  their  assignment 
slips  and  were  then  escorted  by  the  Lieutenant 
to  Building  399,  about  fifteen  minutes'  walk 
from  receiving  station. 

On  arriving  there  the  men  were  told  to  wait 
till  their  name  was  called  and  as  each  name 
was  called  that  man  released  his  assignment 
paper  and  in  return  was  issued  a  bed  sack, 
towel,  soap,  blankets.  The  men  were  then 
conducted  to  the  upper  squad  rooms  and  as- 
signed to  bunks.  Very  soon  after  getting  the 
bed  ticks  filled  with  straw  the  supper  call  blew 
and    everyone    rushed    "double    quick  "    down- 


Capt.  Wayland  Cabeen 

stairs  and  lined  up  in  double  rank.  The  acting 
Top  Sergeant  gave  orders  to  file  into  the  mess 
hall  and  when  everyone  reached  his  place  at 
table,  commanded  "Seats."  Then  the  fight 
for  something  to  eat  began.  The  men  at  the 
extreme  ends  of  the  tables  were  usually  lucky, 
or  most  of  the  food  was  placed  there  by  the 
waiters  before  the  men  entered  the  mess  hall. 
The  men  in  the  center  were  as  a  rule  S.  O.  L., 
until  those  on  the  ends  had  their  fill.  As  sup- 
per was  the  last  formation  of  the  day,  the  time 
from  then  on  until  "Taps"  belonged  to  the  men 
to  do  with  as  they  pleased.  Some  stayed  in 
the  barracks  writing  letters  by  candlelight, 
others  wandered  outdoors,  locating  friends, 
getting  acquainted  with  the  surroundings,  and 
quite  a  number  hunted  up  the  Y.  M.  C.  A.  to 
write  letters  home,  play  checkers,  read  maga- 
zines or  listen  to  the  phonograph. 

Walking  around  in  the  dark  was  no  pleasure 
at  that  time.  There  were:  no  electric  lights  to 
g^de  one's  footsteps  and  one  had  to  be  ex- 
tremely   careful     for     fear     of     stepping     into 


ditches,  tripping  over  boards  and  numerous 
other  obstacles.  Finding  the  right  barracks  in 
the  inky  darkness  w^as  a  difficult  task,  too,  for 
all  the  buildings  looked  alike  the  first  night. 
And  to  make  sure  that  the  right  barrack  was 
reached,  one  had  to  inquire  the  number  from 
some  one  inside  the  building. 

As  bedtime  approached  the  men  gradually 
returned  to  their  bunks  and  hit  the  hay  for 
some  badly  needed  rest.  When  the  bugle 
sounded  reveille  in  the  morning  a  good  many 
of  the  boys  complained  of  not  having  suf- 
ficient sleep.  Now  that  they  were  in  the  army 
they  could  not  turn  over  and  have  a  few  more 
winks  as  they  were  wont  to  do  in  civilian  life, 
but  had  to  jump  up  and  dress  quickly  in  order 
to  be  in  line  outdoors  when  "Fall  in"  was 
given.  The  half  hour  between  reveille  and 
breakfast  was  devoted  to  making  up  of  bunks, 
sweeping  and  washing.  At  first  water  was  very 
scarce,  as  only  part  of  the  building  had  water 
pipes  on  the  outside  and  if  one  intended  to 
wash  up  before  mess  he  had  to  get  there  before 
the  rush. 

At  8:00  a.  m.  the  whistle  sounded  for  the 
first  drill  and  it  was  at  this  formation  that  the 
men  had  their  first  opportunity  to  see  their 
officers  w^ho  would  train  and  afterwards  lead 
them  into  battle  in  France.  "F"  Battery  was 
under  the  command  of  Captain  Wayland  H. 
Cabeen,  who  was  assisted  by  Lieutenants  Kauf- 
man, Brennan,  Head,  Coryell  and  Gorton. 
Sergeant   Andrews    held    the   position    of   Top 


Return  of  tHe  Soldier 

The  last  flash      *       *       *      j,„j  ^he  hideous  strife 

Dies  like  the  wisp  of  storm-discovered  flame; 
And  so  these  battered  heroes  will  come  back 

The  same,  yet  not  the  same. 
Thev  who  have  landed  wards  in  No  Man's  Land 

Will  never  be  the  old  and  abject  crowd. 
They  will  not  grovel  and  they   will  not  stand 

What    used    to    keep    them    cowed. 

They  will  be  dumb  no  longer,  they  will  speak 
In  tones  they  learned  beneath  a  blood-red  sun, 

A   conitant   menace  to   the   co^vardly   meek 
And   to  all   wars  to   come. 

Strengthened  to  fight  what  all  the  world  abhors, 

Hypocrisy  and  squalor  and  disease. 
They  wrill  attain,  even  through  wars  on  Mrars, 

What  they  bad  lost  in  peace. 

— Literary    Digest. 


Sergeant.  With  only  sixteen  men  in  the  bat- 
tery and  six  officers  to  drill  and  instruct  the 
handful  of  men,  they  were  thoroughly  school- 
ed, individually  and  collectively.  The  drilling 
continued  for  about  ten  days  and  then  prep- 
arations had  to  be  made  for  the  comfort  of 
the  men  who  arrived  September  19th,  20th 
and  7, 1  st.  Shortly  before  their  arrival  F  Bat- 
tery had  been  assigned  to  Building  449  and 
drew  cots,  straw  ticks  and  other  supplies  in 
preparation   for  their  comfort.      A  large  per- 


136  — 


centage  of  these  recruits  were  foreigners. 
Plenty  of  tongue-twisting  names  such  as  Krz- 
yaniak,  Pryjma,  Skzyp,  Cimkiewicz,  Zcelinski. 
Although  many  of  these  men  could  not  speak 
or  understand  English,  they  afterwards  be- 
came very  good  soldiers.  The  day  after  they 
arrived  they  were  divided  into  sections  of  six- 
teen men  each  and  the  older  men  were  placed 
in  charge  as  acting  sergeants  and  corporals. 
These  acting  non-coms  had  the  task  of  giving 
the  recruits  preliminary  training. 

On  October  1st  the  commanding  officer  ap- 
pointed the  first  non-coms  of  the  battery.  The 
sergeants  were  as  follows:  Andrews,  First 
Sergeant;  Rugila,  Runchey,  Carney,  Rade- 
macher.  Ward,  with  Sigg  as  Mess  Sergeant  and 
McGrath  as  Supply  Sergeant.  About  this  time 
Lieutenant  Gorton  w^as  transferred  from  Bat- 
tery F  to  Battery  E.  Up  to  October  the  drill- 
ing had  been  close-order  foot  drill  but  now, 
as  no  real  material  was  available,  boxes  and 
boards  were  used  as  guns  and  caissons  and 
the  men  received  instructions  in  standing  gun 
drill.  In  the  early  part  of  November  the  regi- 
ment moved  to  the  Artille-^y  section  of  the 
camp.  F  was  assigned  to  Barracks  1310.  al- 
though the  building  was  not  quite  complete. 
Electric  lights  and  water  systems  were  installed 
less  than  a  week  afterward,  but  the  power  and 
boiler  house  was  not  completed  for  a  month, 
so  small  sheet  iron  stoves  were  installed  for 
heating. 

In  November  the  division  was  called  upon 
to  send  men  to  Texas  to  fill  up  the  32nd  Na- 
tional Guard  Division  and  F's  share  was  a  half 
dozen  men.  Sergeant  Ward  was  transferred 
to  the  3  I  0th  Trench  Mortar  Battery.  About 
the  1 0th  of  November  applications  to  attend 
a  Coast  Artillery  specialists'  school  at  Fortress 
Monroe,  Ga.,  were  received,  and  on  Novem- 
ber I  8th  Sergeant  Rademacher,  Corporals  Al- 
erie  and  Statekuh  and  Private  Horgan  v*rere 
sent  to  attend  this  school.  When  they  arrived 
at  Fortress  Monroe  they  found  that  the  school 
had  enrolled  all  that  could  be  taken  care  of, 
therefore  these  men  were  sent  back  to  Custer. 
Nevertheless  they  saw  a  bit  of  the  country, 
especially  Washington,  D.  C,  and  had  a  week's 
vacation  from  drills. 

The  third  induction  of  drafted  men  arrived 
in  camp  the  1 0th  and,  unlike  the  recruits  of 
September  19th  and  20th,  were  all  native  born 
sons,  their  favorite  hangout  in  Detroit  being 
in  the  vicinity  of  the  Western  Market,  partic- 
ularly Sam  Costelos'  butcher  shop.  A  day  or 
two  before  Thanksgiving,  the  Captain  received 
an  order  to  transfer  thirty-two  privates  to  the 
Aviation  section  of  the  Signal  Corps  at  Van- 
couver, Washington.  He  selected  thirty-two 
foreigners  and  sent  them  to  the  spruce  indus- 
try. The  older  men  were  given  42-hour  passes 
to  enable  them  to  spend  Thanksgiving  Day  in 
their  homes.  Those  who  remained  in  camp 
had  as  good  a  Thanksgiving  meal  and  more 
fun  than  those  who  received  passes.  The  mess 
hall  was  decorated  with  corn  stalks  and  other 


appropriate  Thanksgiving  trimmings.  The 
meal  was  a  monstrous  affair  with  plenty  of 
everything  for  everyone.  Immediately  after 
the  boys  started  dancing  and  singing  and  con- 
tinued until  tattoo  sounded.  During  the  after- 
noon particularly,  the  entire  battery  gathered 
out  of  doors  and  marched  in  lock-step  fashion 
to  the  "Y"  and  onto  the  stage,  much  to  the  sur- 
prise of  the  people  and  "Y"  secretaries.  While 
on  the  stage  the  gang  sang  a  song  or  two  and 
left  as  unexpectedly  as  they  had  entered.  From 
there  the  gang  visited  different  barracks,  wak- 
ing everyone  they  found  sleeping.  In  one  bat- 
tery one  sleeping  glutton  resented  the  quick 
awakening  and  for  revenge  threw  a  pail  of 
water  on  some  of  the  boys  as  they  filed  out. 
On  returning  to  their  own  barracks  the  gang 


liieut.   Dale   W.   Kaufman 


found  a  few  sleeping  and  immediately  dumped 
them  out  of  bed,  at  the  same  time  remarking 
that  nights  were  made  for  sleeping,  not  day- 
time when  the  gang  is  feeling  happy.  The 
principal  fun  makers  on  this  day  were  Jack 
Hillger,  Fat  Callahan  (our  noble  cook).  Shorty 
Logan,  Frank  Wilde,  Harold  Hatfield,  Sam 
Costello  and  Geo.  (Blue  Valley)  Stopper. 
Several  pictures  were  taken  during  the  after- 
noon but  all  turned  out  failures.  The  pictures 
that  Calahan  and  Hillger  had  taken  came  out 
fine  but  not  for  publication.  A  light  lunch 
was  served  at  8:00  p.  m.  but  only  a  few  par- 
took of  it.  By  9:30  everyone  was  peacefully 
slumbering  and  a  good  many  at  work  sawing 
wood  in  their  sleep. 

Next  morning  was  the  same  old  grind — foot 
drill  and  "cannoneers'  post."  Real  honest  to 
goodness  guns  and  caissons  to  the  number  of 
two  had  been  received  by  the  regiment,  so 
each  battery  took   turns  using  them. 

On  December  1  st  the  1 60th  Artillery  Bri- 
gade, comprising  the  328th,  329th  and  330th 
Artillery  regiments,  instituted  a  School  of  Fire 
and  continued  it  until  February  28th.  Instruc- 
tion in  practical  artillery  work  was  given  in 
a  course  covering  one  month.  The  following 
non-coms  from  F  attended  this  brigade  school: 


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138 


Sergeants  A.  Rugila,  A.  E.  Carney,  W.  P. 
Casson,  L.  J.  Rademacher,  F.  G.  Ruhl  and 
Corporal  J.  McBride.  At  the  end  of  February 
the  school  was  divided  into  regimental  schools 
of  fire. 

It  was  a  very  cold  day  during  the  middle  of 
December  that  our  horses  arrived.  F  was  al- 
loted  eighty  of  these  horses,  a  great  many  of 
which  were  practically  wild.  The  wildest  ones 
were  separated  and  placed  in  a  corner  of  the 
•tables.  Even  with  the  wildest  horses  sepa- 
rated, it  was  still  a  matter  of  taking  one's  life 
in  one's  hands  to  enter  the  stalls  and  untie  or 
groom  the  horses.  Most  of  the  boys  drafted 
from  Detroit  had  never  worked  around  horses 
before  and  the  job  of  jumping  right  in  and 
>vorking  around  these  animals  which  struck, 
kicked  or  bit  at  almost  any  moment  or  at  the 
slightest  noise  or  touch  was  far  from  enticing. 
The  men  had  all  received  instructions  on  how 
to  enter  a  stall  and  as  a  general  rule  everyone 
followed  instructions,  but  even  with  the  pre- 
liminary ^vord  or  two  that  v^rere  said  on  enter- 
ing, many  of  the  men  came  out  faster  than  they 
went  in  and  in  many  cases  limping  around  and 
rubbing  the  spot  where  the  horse's  hoofs 
struck.  Of  course  it  may  have  been  that  the 
horses  wished  to  shake  hands  and  become  ac- 
quainted but  they  were  too  rough.  In  the 
first  place  the  men  didn't  care  to  shake  their 
hands.  Their  only  interest  in  the  horses  was 
that  they  might  ride  them  some  day  and  save 
a  good  many  footsteps  and  probably  haul  the 
guns  into  the  firing  line.  With  the  coming  of 
the  horses  foot  drill  was  almost  eliminated  and 
all  spare  time  was  spent  caring  for  them.  It 
also  meant  the  breaking  up  of  our  Wednesday, 
Saturday  and  Sunday  holidays.  Some  of  the 
men  were  wise  enough  to  place  their  requests 
for  passes  on  these  afternoons  with  the  main 
purpose  of  getting  out  of  the  disagreeable  job 
of  caring  for  the  horses  and  this,  of  course, 
shifted  the  work  on  to  those  who  remained  in 
the  barracks.  In  January  the  battery  was 
equipped  to  full  horse  strength  but  the  person- 


Colored  boy,  pulling  lanyard  on  a  155-nim.: 
"Blouey!     Now  count  yo'  army,  Kaiser  Bill." 


nel  was  diminished  to  approximately  seventy- 
five  men  by  frequent  transferring  of  men  to 
other  outfits.  This  number  in  itself  was  far 
from  being  enough  to  care  for  1  64  horses  that 
must  be  fed,  groomed  and  watered  daily,  but 
not  half  of  the  men  were  available  for  this 
duty.  When  the  men  on  guard,  kitchen  police, 
stable  police,  sick  in  quarters,  special  details  or 
at  school  were  taken  into  consideration,  only 
a  bare  twenty  or  so  were  left  for  duty.  This 
handful  of  men  worked  like  slaves  trying  their 
best  to  do  the  work  required.  You  w^ill  recall 
that  December,  January  and  February,  1918, 
were  months  of  very  severe  winter  weather.  It 
was  too  cold  to  do  any  drilling  but  the  horses 


had   to   have   some   exercise   to   prevent   them 
from  becoming  lame  from  lack  of  it. 

It  was  at  this  trying  time  that  Captain  Ca- 
been  was  placed  on  detached  service  to  attend 
a  course  at  Fort  Sill,  and  we  were  without  his 
guiding  and  always  pleasant  and  humorous 
personality.  In  addition  to  the  absence  of  the 
Captain,  our  Top  Cutter,  Bill  Andrews,  pride 
of  the  battery,  without  an  equal  as  a  Top  Ser- 
geant, and  a  wizard  at  shooting  crap,  Sergeant 
Runchey  and  Private  Hugh  Liddicoat  were  ad- 
mitted to  the  third  Officers'  Training  School  at 
Camp  Custer. 


Ueut.  Roland  Brennan 

The  time  that  took  the  prize  for  the  number 
of  men  at  water  call  was  on  a  Sunday  after- 
noon, when  the  enormous  number  of  exactly 
three  men  started  to  water  1 64  horses.  An 
emergency  call  was  sent  to  the  kitchen  police 
and  three  K.  P.'s  came  in  answer  to  the  call 
for  help.  The  rest  of  the  men  were  on  pass 
to  Detroit  or  cities  near  camp. 

The  care  of  the  horses  did  not  take  up  all 
the  time  during  the  day.  Mornings  were  usu- 
ally devoted  to  their  care  and  afternoons  until 
water  call  were  utilized  for  standing  gun  drill 
and  indoor  instructions  and  lectures  on  various 
artillery  subjects.  The  horses  at  Camp  Custer 
will  not  be  the  only  memories  that  we  can 
recall  in  after  life.  The  severe  weather,  the 
abundance  of  snow  and  in  particular  the  bliz- 
zard of  January  1  1  th,  1  2th  and  1  3th  will  never 
be  forgotten.  The  snow  storm  started  on  Fri- 
day afternoon  and  during  the  night  developed 
into  a  terrific  blizzard.  In  the  morning  when 
we  awoke  at  reveille  we  found  our  beds  and 
clothing  were  covered  with  snow  which  had 
been  forced  through  the  cracks  around  the 
windows.  The  temperature  had  gone  down 
to  26  degrees  below  zero.  Three  men  who 
had  to  go  to  the  stables,  bundled  up  like  Eski- 
mos, fed  and  watered  the  animals  and  returned 
to  the  barracks  as  rapidly  as  possible,  where 
they  were  carefully  examined  for  frost  bites. 
About  10:00  o'clock  the  main  feed  pipe  to 
the  boilers   froze  up   and    the  heating   system 


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was  shut  down  temporarily,  leaving  us  in  a 
sad  predicament.  All  traffic  was  stopped  and 
the  boys  who  had  planned  on  going  on  pass 
were  S.  O.  L.  John  Schmidt  and  Ralph  Mar- 
vin thought  if  they  could  get  to  Battle  Creek 
they  could  catch  a  train  to  Detroit,  so  they 
started  out  to  hike  the  seven  or  eight  miles 
through  blizzard  and  snow  banks.  They  ar- 
rived at  Battle  Creek  all  right,  tired  and  frost- 
bitten, but  no  trains  were  running.  A  switch 
engine  happened  along  with  the  intention  of 
clearing  the  track.  Schmidt  and  Marvin 
climbed  into  the  cab  and  a  start  was  made. 
Marshall,  Mich.,  was  as  far  as  that  engine  man- 
aged to  plow  through  the  snow.  A  huge  bank 
of  snow  as  high  as  the  engine  proved  too  great 
an  obstacle  to  overcome.  The  snow  was  every 
bit  that  deep,  according  to  the  reports  of  the 
two  men  on  their  return  to  camp.  It  may  have 
been  a  bit  exaggerated  but  that's  not  a  fault 
in  the  army — it's  a  habit.  When  the  storm 
abated    all    available    men    were    set    to    work 


If  Battery  F  can  travel  35  kilometers  on  a 
bacon  sandwich,  how  far  can  they  travel  on  a 
hog? 


shoveling  the  snow  from  in  front  of  the  bar- 
racks, stables,  and  making  paths.  Traffic  was 
not  resumed  until  Wednesday. 

On  the  morning  of  February  8,  1918,  George 
Miller,  Joe  Monahan  and  three  or  four  others 
were  detailed  to  work  at  the  gravel  pit  for  the 
entire  day.  The  men  were  furnished  with  a 
meal  which  they  carried  and  with  a  pick  or 
shovel   on   their   shoulders  started   for   the  pit. 

When  the  men  at  the  battery  returned  from 
the  stables  they  were  greeted  w^ith  the  news 
of  an  accident  at  the  gravel  pit.  Miller  was 
instantly  killed  when  a  frozen  ledge  of  sand 
projecting  over  the  pit  w^here  the  men  were 
at  work  became  dislodged  and  fell  w^ithout 
w^arning.  This  ledge  of  sand,  weighing  any- 
where from  ten  to  twenty  tons,  struck  Miller 
squarely  on  the  top  of  the  head,  crushing  his 
skull.  How  Monahan  escaped  with  only  his 
right  hand  and  fingers  of  his  left  hand  crushed 
will  never  be  known.  Monahan  was  working 
at  Miller's  side  shoveling  sand  into  wagons 
which  w^ere  backed  up  under  the  ledge  and 
it  is  believed  Monahan  made  a  leap  for  his 
life  when  some  person  outside  yelled  to  them 
that  the  ledge  was  falling.  The  wagons  were 
smashed  to  splinters  and  mules  broke  away  in 
their  fright.  Monahan  was  rushed  to  the  hos- 
pital immediately  but  Miller's  body  could  not 
be  extricated  until  the  ledge  of  sand  had  been 
lifted. 

Eight  of  Miller's  most  intimate  friends  were 
allowed  to  go  to  Detroit  to  serve  as  pallbearers 
at  his  funeral  and  other  soldiers  from  Fort 
Wayne  were  sent  to  the  cemetery  to  blow  taps 
and  fire  a  volley  over  the  departed  soldier's 
grave. 


Events  from  early  February  to  mid-summer 
were  dull  and  uninteresting.  New  recruits  came 
in  at  various  times  until  the  battery  reached 
its  proper  strength  about  July  1  st.  On  July 
1  6th  we  bade  farewell  to  Custer  and  entrained 
for  the  port  of  embarkation.  Strict  orders 
were  issued  against  cheering  or  in  any  way  re- 


Remember  how  Joe  Valle  and  John  Koski 
looked  the  first  day  we  went  for  a  ride  on  the 
ponies  at  Custer? 


vealing  the  fact  that  our  train  carried  troops 
so  if  we  were  quiet  when  we  pulled  through 
Detroit  on  our  way  east  it  was  through  no  fault 
of  our  own. 

The  afternoon  of  July  I  7th  found  us  in  New 
York  City,  w^here  we  took  a  ferry  boat  over 
to  Long  Island  City  and  thence  by  train  to 
Camp  Mills,  where  we  spent  two  w^eeks  getting 
equipped  for  overseas  duty.  July  30th,  amid 
a  storm  of  sand  and  dirt,  we  left  for  Hoboken, 
took  a  ferry  to  the  U.  S.  transport  docks, 
boarded  H.  M.  S.  Maunganui  and  at  1  1  :00 
a.  m.  weighed  anchor  and  started  out  for 
France  along  with  some  fifteen  other  trans- 
ports. The  food  set  before  the  enlisted  men 
on  this  trip  across  w^as  unspeakably  poor. 
Nearly  all  of  us  were  sick,  not  from  the  effects 
of  the  sea  because  the  weather  was  ideal,  but 
because  of  the  food.  The  bread,  butter  and 
jam  saved  us  from  starvation,  however,  and 
eleven  days  after  we  left  New  York  we  docked 
at  Liverpool  without  mishap.  Land  never 
looked  better  than  that  morning  when  the 
rocky  cliffs  of  Ireland  loomed  up  on  the  hori- 
zon. From  the  docks  in  Liverpool  we  marched 
to  the  railway  station  and  entrained  in  coaches. 
The  trip  across  England  to  Southampton  was 
really  comfortable  and  interesting.  At  South- 
ampton  we   "put  up"    at   a  rest   camp   for   the 


The  Supply  sergeant  had  a  nut  to  crack  when 
John  Koski  joined  the  battery.  The  govern- 
ment didn't  make  breeches  to  fit  such  big  men 
and  John  had  to  have  breeches.  Alarie  kept 
his  weather  eye  open  and  finally  discovered  that 
Major  Haviland  ^vas  about  Koski's  size.  That's 
how  John  happened  to  get  the  major's  tailored- 
to-order   breeches. 


"remainder"  of  the  night,  then  boarded  the 
U.  S.  S.  Harvard  for  the  trip  across  the  Eng- 
lish channel  to  Le  Havre.  Twenty-four  hours 
in  Le  Havre  rest  (?)  camp  was  all  our  consti- 
tutions could  stand,  so  on  August  1 4th  we 
entrained  in  France's  famous  8-40  touring  cars 
destined  for  points  unknown.  August  15th, 
late  in  the  afternoon,  we  detrained  at  a  little 
French  village  called  Messac  and  pitched  tents 
near  the  banks  of  a  river.  The  weather  was 
ideal  and  the  water  was  great,  so  we  didn't 
wait  for  any  invitation   "Come  on  in,   the  wa- 


—  MO  — 


ter's  fine,"  but  broke  all  speed  records  to  get 
in  the  swim.  Aloysius  Hisgen  got  in  such  a 
hurry  that  he  forgot  he  couldn't  swim  and 
hopped  right  into  a  deep  hole.  Pat  Goulides 
played  the  hero  so  Al  came  out  none  the  worse 
for  wear.  In  a  couple  of  days  we  were  bil- 
leted in  attics,  barns  or  any  place  at  all  and 
prepared  to  stay  in  Messac  until  it  came  our 
turn  to  move  into  training  camp.  The  boys 
will  probably  remember  Messac  more  particu- 
larly because  of  the  vin  blanc,  vin  rouge,  cog- 
nac, rhum  and  cidre  which  they  could  buy. 
The  berry  bushes  in  the  vicinity  were  loaded 
with  big  ripe  berries  and  a  regimental  order 
failed  to  restrain  the  boys  from  filling  their 
hats  occasionally.  By  August  25  th  we  had 
recuperated  wonderfully  so  we  received  orders 
to  hike  through  to  Camp  Cbetquidan,  a  dis- 
tance of  25  kilometers.  We  did  the  first  half, 
stayed  over  night  in  a  field  outside  of  Maure, 
then  finished  the  trip  next  day. 

Battery  F  reached  Camp  Coetquidan  at  ten 
o'clock  August  26th,  1918.  While  we  were 
trudging  along  toward  this  camp  from  Maure 
we  could  hear  distant  booming  of  guns  which 


McBride  offers  a  reward  for  anyone  furnish- 
ing information  as  to  who  put  the  hardware  and 
bricks  in  his  pack  that  time  over  in  Messac. 


was  a  glad  note  to  our  ears,  for  we  knew  that 
the  hike  was  nearing  an  end.  The  territory  in 
this  vicinity  has  some  very  steep  hills  and  when 
we  climbed  the  last  one  we  caught  our  first 
glimpse  of  Coetquidan. 

The  camp  lay  on  the  crest  of  a  small  plateau 
entirely  encircled  by  a  deep  valley.  Rows  of 
brick,  stone  and  wooden  buildings  were  clus- 
tered together  on  the  plateau  and  along  the 
road  leading  into  camp  were  cafes,  restaurants 
and  souvenir  shops.  Some  of  the  places  boast- 
ed such  signs  as  "Ham  and  Eggs,"  "Ice 
Cream,"  "Biere,"  etc.,  and  after  existing  on 
"iron  rations"  for  a  couple  of  weeks  we  were 
tempted  to  stampede!  Guess  the  only  thing 
that  saved  the  day  was  the  fact  that  our  "pep" 
was  all  gone — we  hardly  had  enough  energy 
left  to  drag  our  tired  bodies  up  the  hill  into 
camp  and  to  our  barracks. 

Camp  Coetquidan  is  noted  in  France  as  be- 
ing the  "Camp  of  Death,"  so  called  because 
hundreds  of  Napoleon's  army  died  there  of  a 
disease  known  as  "The  Black  Death."  Dozens 
of  new  barracks  and  buildings  were  built  by 
German  prisoners  during  the  four  years  of  war 
but  the  barracks  assig:ned  to  us  were  the  ones 
built  to  accommodate  Napoleon's  troops.  "F" 
occupied  three  of  these  barracks,  two  of  stone 
with  cement  floors,  the  third  a  wooden  affair 
with  the  company  kitchen  in  the  rear.  These 
barracks  looked  like  real  homes,  especially 
when  we  were  supplied  with  cots  and  mat- 
tresses. "Gee !"  but  those  cots  seemed  soft 
as  "down"  after  "pounding  our  ears"  on  hard. 


wooden  floors.  We  were  quite  willing  to  rest 
the  balance  of  the  day  and  when  reveille  blew 
next  morning  were  ready  to  resume  training. 
Our  training  in  the  U.  S.  had  dealt  mostly 
with  methods  of  "open  warfare"  but  at  Coet- 
quidan we  were  to  learn  how  to  fight  in  "posi- 
tion warfare."  During  the  first  few  weeks  the 
most  of  "F"  were  doing  "squads  east,"  "dis- 
mounted, mounted  drill,"  "gas  mask  ENDUR- 
ANCE drill,"  "standing  gun  drill"  (with  planks 
to    represent    guns),    and    "visual    signalling." 


Capt.   Cabeen 

Some  of  the  enlisted  men  attended  telephone, 
materiel,  gas,  orientation,  machine  gun  and 
camouflage  schools  and  all  of  the  officers  were 
kept  on  the  jump,  cramming  down  new  ideas 
of  modern  warfare.  The  instructors  who,  of 
course,  were  thoroughly  conversant  with  their 
subjects,  set  a  pretty  fast  clip  and  it  behooved 
the  men  and  officers  to  be  on  the  alert  every 
second  if  they  wanted  to  measure  up  to  the 
required  standard.  We  made  a  good  job  of  it 
for  "F"  made  a  reputation  for  herself  on  the 
firing  range. 

As  soon  as  we  got  fairly  settled  at  this  camp 


Soon  after  arriving  at  Coetquidan,  Sgts.  Ru- 
gila  and  Kauschy  decided  to  take  a  little  ex- 
ploring trip  in  towns  adjacent  to  camp.  Evi- 
dently they  found  good  cognac  for  they  made 
a  night  of  it.  Rugila  came  into  quarters  next 
morning  with  his  hair  standing  on  end  and  he 
told  the  reason.  They  had  wandered  further 
from  camp  than  they  realized  and  when  daylight 
showed  them  the  way,  they  found  it  necessary 
to  go  through  Plelan,  the  target  area.  That 
would  have  been  good  practice  Andy,  dodging 
G.  1.  cans  among  the  shell  holes  of  Plelan. 


we  were  issued  our  "French  75*s"  and  the 
gunners  began  their  training,  using  dummy 
shells  until  they  became  thoroughly  familiar 
with  the  mechanism  of  the  gun.  The  drivers 
had  their  work,  too!  Through  the  Supply 
Company  we  obtained  the  "wrecks"  of  some 
eighty  horses.  "Skin  and  bones"  would  de- 
scribe most  of  them  fittingly.  These  poor 
beasts  had  seen  hard  service  at  the  front  and 
had    really    earned    the    right    to    retire    from 


141  — 


active  service.  Now  the  drivers  were  not 
trained  nurses  but  they  did  their  work  (keep- 
ing these  animals  out  of  horse  heaven)  mar- 
vel ously  well. 

September  4th  was  our  first  day  on  the 
range.  Our  guns  were  pulled  into  position, 
liaison  established  and  targets  designated  to 
various  officers  who  were  to  direct  the  fire. 
Across  the  valley  and  on  the  slope  of  the  oppo- 
site hill  lay  the  ruins  of  the  French  village 
Treslon,  which  had  served  as  a  target  area  for 
other  artillery  organizations.  From  our  posi- 
tion it  was  interesting  to  observe  the  shrapnel 
bursting  into  white  puffs  of  smoke  and  shells 
throwing  black  clouds  of  dirt  into  the  air. 


Joe  Valle  was  made  official  w^ater  wagon  boy 
at  Coetquidan  and  the  first  day  the  battery  went 
on  the  range,  he  came  out  to  the  position  with 
the  water  cart — empty.  When  the  officer  asked 
him  what  became  of  the  water  he  smiled  in  bliss- 
ful ignorance,  as  much  as  to  say,  "No  compree." 
Hovr  was  he  to  know  a  ivater  wagon  was  for 
water? 


The  proposition  confronting  an  officer  who 
fires  a  problem  is  no  easy  one.  First,  he  must 
locate  both  his  gun  position  and  target  accu- 
rately on  the  firing  map.  This  map  is  so  con- 
structed that  when  these  positions  are  plotted 
on  it,  the  officer  can  measure  a  required  angle 
and  determine  the  approximate  range  to  the 
target.  Second,  the  guns  must  be  "laid"  on 
the  target  and  this  operation  is  done  with  the 
aid  of  an  instrument  known  as  a  goniometer. 
The  angle  obtained  from  the  map  is  used  in 
connection  with  the  goniometer  and  if  all  work 
is  done  accurately  the  piece  will  be  laid  exactly 
in  line  with  the  target.  Third,  wind,  tempera- 
ture of  the  air,  temperature  of  the  powder, 
density  of  air,  kind  of  shell  used,  altitude  of 
gun  and  target,  and  the  nature  of  the  terrain 
on  which  the  target  is  situated  must  all  be 
taken  into  consideration.  With  the  aid  of  a 
firing  table,  it  is  possible  to  make  approximate 
"corrections  of  the  moment."  The  tempera- 
ture and  barometric  pressure  of  the  air  and 
the  direction  and  velocity  of  the  wind  are  fur- 
nished by  a  meteorological  station.  The  tem- 
perature of  the  powder,  of  course,  can  be  ob- 
tained easily,  the  difference  in  altitudes  of  guns 
and  targets  can  be  taken  from  the  map,  and 
the  shell  and  kind  of  fuse  to  be  used  depend 
upon  the  target  and  its  position. 

So,  before  opening  fire,  the  officer  reduces 
the  possible  errors  to  a  minimum. 

After  each  gun  has  been  laid  by  the  goni- 
ometer the  gunners  establish  their  individual 
aiming  points  and  read  the  angle  between  the 
line  gun-aiming  point  and  gun-target.  This 
angle  is  known  as  his  basic  deflection  and  the 
reason  for  establishing  a  basic  deflection  is  to 
enable  the  gunner  to  re-lay  his  piece  quickly 
after  each  hit  and  thus  correct  for  any  move- 
ment of  the  gun  caused  by  the  explosion. 


When  all  preparations  for  fire  have  been 
completed  the  officer  "sends  down"  from  the 
observation  post  (O.  P.)  to  the  executive  of- 
ficer at  the  guns  such  data  as  the  kind  of  shell 
and  fuse,  the  angle  of  site  and  range.  "Fire 
for  adjustment"  is  usually  executed  with  shrap- 
nel and  the  fuse  is  punched  so  that  it  will  burst 
quite  high  in  the  air.  As  each  piece  fires  the 
officer  watches  through  a  telescope  and 
"senses"  the  shots.  If  the  shrapnel  bursts 
short  of  the  target  the  range  must  be  increased; 
if  over,  the  range  must  be  decreased.  If  the 
burst  is  to  the  right  or  left  the  deflection  is 
changed  accordingly.  To  sense  a  round  of 
shots  requires  a  quick,  clear  eye  and  cool  judg- 
ment. TTie  position  of  burst  must  be  noted  in- 
stantly, especially  on  a  windy  day  when  the 
little  puffs  of  smoke  have  a  habit  of  rolling 
away  before  one  can  "bat"  an  eye.  A  shot  is 
judged  over  if  the  smoke  brings  the  target 
into  relief;  short,  if  it  obscures  the  target. 
There  must  be  a  certain  number  of  shots  fall 
short,  over,  to  the  right  and  the  left  of  the 
target  before  fire  for  adjustment  can  be  called 
complete.  Exhaustive  tests  prove  that  there 
are  certain  probable  errors  which  must  be  con- 
sidered, and  satisfied,  and  even  if  one  shot 
made  a  direct  hit  on  the  target  the  range  and 
deflection  might  not  be  quite  perfect.  The 
number  of  rounds  of  shrapnel  used  in  fire  for 
adjustment  depends  largely  on  the  skill  of  the 
officer  firing  the  problem  and  the  accuracy 
with  which  the  gun  crews  work.  $  1  2  to  $  1  7 
of  Uncle  Sam's  money  goes  up  in  smoke  every 
time  a  "75"  is  fired,  so  accuracy  is  economy. 

Having  completed  the  adjustment  the  officer 
ends  his  problem  by  "Fire  for  effect."  The 
object  is  to  destroy  the  target.  If  shrapnel  is 
used  the  fuse  is  punched  so  that  the  shell  bursts 
only  a  few  meters  above  the  target.  If  high 
explosive  shell  is  employed  then  the  explosion 
occurs  when  the  fuse  strikes  the  ground  and 
changes  the  scenery. 

From  September  4th  until  October  6th  we 


The  last  night  we  were  at  Messac  the  village 
mayor  gave  us  a  "send  off"  by  setting  'em  up 
and  afterwards  doing  the  buck  and  wing  on  the 
bench.  We  couldn't  understand  the  words  to 
his  songs  but  he  was  very  expressive  otherwise. 
Anyhow — it  wasn't  what  he  said  it  was  the  way 
he  said  it. 


were  dividing  our  time,  spending  a  good  share 
of  it  on  the  range,  the  balance  in  picking  up 
odds  and  ends  of  training.  Our  machine  gun 
squad  learned  how  to  take  their  guns  apart 
and  put  them  together  until  they  could  do  it 
blindfolded.  Later  they  put  in  some  interest- 
ing time  on  the  range  mowing  down  imaginary 
enemies.  Their  job  in  actual  service  was  to 
sing  the  swan's  song  to  any  enemy  aeroplane 
which  chanced  to  come  within  "uncomfort- 
able" distance  of  "F"  battery  position. 

The  Signal  section  learned  how  to  install  and 


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operate  a  telephone  system  at  the  front  and 
practiced  wig-wag,  semaphore  and  projector 
until  they  were  blue  in  the  face.  The  Instru- 
ment section  acquired  some  knowledge  of  the 
theory  and  practice  of  position  warfare  and 
learned  how  to  manipulate  the  instruments,  to 
prepare  and  use  maps,  to  make  sketches,  to 
juggle  the  range  tables  and  solve  problems  in 
connection  with  firing  data,  and  so  on  down 
the  line,  each  section  learned  its  own  particu- 
lar work.  Separately  and  severally  we  took 
our  turns  on  what  our  "top  kick"  chose  to  call 
"Emplacement  and  bomb-proof  school,"  but 
what  in  an  ordinary  "buck's"  language  was 
"pick  and  shovel"  detail.  Guard  duty,  kitchen 
police  and  other  regular  army  routine  came 
and  went.  Probably  the  most  detested  drill 
was  the  daily,  half-hour  gas  mask  drill  after 
retreat.  At  various  times  we  had  to  endure  the 
torture  and  slobbering  which  went  hand  in 
hand  with  a  full  hour's  gas  drill.  The  gas 
mask  was  designed  to  save  life  and  it  did  it 
— with  a  vengeance! 

On  October  7th  the  1  60th  Artillery  Brigade 
started  the  three-day  brigade  problem  on  the 
range.  "F"  had  an  ideal  position,  well  camou- 
flaged and  defiladed.  Each  battery  had  its 
own  sector  of  "imaginary"  enemy  territory  to 
command,  besides  co-operating  with  the  other 
batteries  in  delivering  concentration  fire  on 
special  targets.  A  large  share  of  the  work  in 
the  brigade  problem  would  come  under  the 
head  of  "prepared  fire."  Our  officers  were  in- 
structed to  deliver  various  barrages  at  speci- 
fied times  and  the  data  for  them  was  usually 
prepared  several  hours  ahead  of  time  and 
given  to  the  chiefs  of  sections.  The  "im- 
promptu" firing  probably  demanded  more 
skill,  speed  and  coolness  on  the  part  of  of- 
ficers and  men  but  even  these  problems  were 
handled  as  smoothly  and  efficiently  as  clock 
work.      The  men   of   "F"   had  complete  confi- 


"Snaky"  Long  can  depict  the  character  of 
Capt.  Brady  at  Guard  Mount  wonderfully  well 
but  unfortunately  he  hasn't  the  knack  of  extract- 
ing beaucoup  money  by  a  mere  twist  of  the 
mustache.     That  Long,  is  an  art  in  itself! 


dence  in  the  ability  of  Captain  Cabeen  (popu- 
larly known  as  "The  Skipper"),  Lieutenant 
Kaufman  and  Lieutenant  Brennan.  These  of- 
ficers knew  their  work  and  consequently  won 
the  respect  and  admiration  of  the  men.  Lieu- 
tenant Head  had  shown  remarkable  ability  at 
directing  fire,  during  a  certain  aeroplane  prob- 
lem, and  was  therefore  temporarily  detached 
fom  "F"  to  become  an  instructor.  Lieutenannt 
Dukes,  too,  had  been  taken  from  us  and  as- 
signed to  Headquarters.  Dukes  probably 
ranked  next  to  Captain  Cabeen  for  popularity 
among  the  men  because  he  had  an  infectious 
smile  and  devil-may-care  way  about  him  in 
contact  with  the  men. 


With  the  end  of  the  brigade  problem  came 
the  end  of  our  intensive  training.  "F"  came 
through  with  a  splendid  record  and  both  offi- 
cers and  men  were  commended  for  their  work. 
Our  C.  O.  w^as  curious  to  know  which  of  his 
batteries  was  most  efficient,  so  each  battery  in 
turn  pulled  into  position  in  front  of  regimental 
headquarters  and  "fired"  a  problem,  using 
dummy  shells.  As  usual  "Cabeen's  F"  took 
first  place.      By  this  time  every  outfit  in  camp 


Iiient.  Jeroxne  Head 

knew  of  "Cabeen's  F"  and  if  we  appear  to 
boast  it  only  proves  our  high  regard  for  our 
officers  cmd  loyalty  to  our  outfit  I 

About  the  10th  of  October  it  started  to  rain! 
rain!!  rain!!!  The  roads  and  drill  grounds  be- 
came sloppy  and  muddy.  An  epidemic  of 
influenza  appeared  among  the  men  and  several 
members  of  "F"  went  to  the  hospital.  Private 
Gibbard  died  on  October  1  1  th  and  was  buried 
by  "F"  in  the  camp  cemetery.  Notwithstand- 
ing the  nasty  weather  and  condition  of  men 
and  horses,  some  "high  Mogul"  decided  that 
we  must  get  accustomed  to  exposure  and  so 
every  day  for  a  week  we  threw  packs  over 
our  shoulders,  hooked  the  horses  to  the  pieces 
and  caissons  and  did  an  eight  to  ten  kilometer 
hike. 

It  was  during  these  early  days  of  October 
that  Lieutenant  Poulter  joined  "F"  and  Ser- 
geant Nottage  replaced  McBride  as  "top  kick." 

The  principle  amusements  at  Coetquidan 
consisted  of  movies  or  show^s  at  the  "Y,"  band 
concerts,  crap  and  poker  games,  and  an  occa- 
sional A.  W.  O.  L.  to  Rennnes.  The  most 
frequented  places  were  the  "Ham  and"  resorts 
on  the  outskirts  of  camp  and  the  "little  church 
over  the  hill"  where  cognac  flowed  freely. 
English  walnuts  and  hazel  nuts  were  about  the 
only  "confections"  obtainable.  Those  fellows 
who  were  indisposed  to  walk  down  over  the 
hill  to  lay  down  their  franc  for  a  sack  of  nuts 
were  supplied  by  the  regimental  "vender," 
Bugler  Stopper.  Whenever  the  boys  became 
bored  with  the  ordinary  excitement  of  a  camp 
life,  Hillger  would  come  to  the  rescue  and 
hatch  up  some  new  deviltry. 

But  to  get  back  to  the  cycle  of  events.  On 
October  22nd  we  finished  packing  up  our  be- 
longings and  on  October  23rd  we  took  our 
leave  of  Camp   Coetquidan,    loaded   our  ord- 


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nance,  horses  and  other  materiel  on  cars  at 
Guer  and  at  eight  minutes  after  nine  o'clock 
p.  m.  we  began  in  earnest  our  trip  toward  "No 
Man's  Land."  Early  next  morning  we  stopped 
a  half  hour  at  Laval  for  breakfast  (iron  rations 
of  course) ,  then  proceeded  to  Le  Mans  where 
we  had  a  cooked  dinner.  When  we  pulled  out 
of  Le  Mans,  girl  "brakies"  took  up  their  posi- 
tions in  the  chilly  brakeman's  "annex"  and 
created  considerable  interest,  for  by  this  time 
"girls"  was  a  strange  word  in  our  vocabulary. 
About  I  1  o'clock  that  night  we  passed  through 
Versailles  and  strained  our  eyes  for  some 
glimpse  of  "Gay  Paree"  but  in  vain.  At  3:00 
o'clock  on  the  25  th  we  detrained  at  Andelot 
and  did  another  famous  hike  to  Humberville. 


Sgt.  Sheedy  at   Coetqui«lan  before  dismissing 
the   old  guard:      "Inspection,   rewolvers!" 


The    only    casualty    during  the   trip   was   one 
horse. 

Humberville  was  an  ideal  camp  as  camps 
go.  A  little  cluster  of  wooden  barracks  lay 
in  a  valley  sheltered  on  three  sides  by  high 
hills.  The  foliage  on  the  trees  was  resplendent 
with  color  and  from  a  spot  on  top  of  the  hill 
the  view  of  the  camp,  town  and  surrounding 
territory  was  wonderful.  Humberville  is  about 
28  kilometers  from  Chaumont,  General  Persh- 
ing's headquarters  and  consequently  the  na- 
tionale  roads  in  the  neighborhood  were  filled 
with  speeding  cars  and  motorcycles,  trucks 
and  supply  trains.  In  the  barracks  at  Humber- 
ville we  were  agreeably  surprised  to  find  bunks 
and  it  didn't  take  our  Supply  Sergeant  long  to 
provide  us  with  bed  sacks  and  hay.  But  our 
stay  there  was  short  and  sweet  I  October  30th 
we  entrained  again  at  Rimaucourt  and  at  5  :00 
p.  m.  pulled  out  for  "parts  unknown."  At  1  I  :00 
o'clock  we  knew  we  were  in  the  danger  zone 
for   searchlights  were   scanning     the    skies    in 


Detroit  "She":  "And  when  you're  away  to  the 
war,  I  want  you  to  think  of  me  each  evening  at 
nine  o'clock." 

Sgt.  Akiey:  "Make  it  9:15,  can't  you?  I've 
got  to  think  of  the  girl  in  Kalamazoo  at  nine." 


search  of  enemy  bombing  planes.  As  a  mat- 
ter of  fact  one  of  the  towns  along  our  route 
was  bombed  shortly  after  we  had  passed 
through.  At  1 2 :00  p.  m.  we  detrained  at 
Domgermain  and  hastened  to  get  our  equip- 
ment off  the  cars  and  in  motion  for  we  had  to 
hike  several  kilometers  before  we  could  expect 
to  sleep.  Finally  we  arrived  at  a  camping  spot, 
a  large  cabbage  patch.  After  picketing  the 
horses  and  making  them  as  comfortable  as 
possible  we  pitched  shelter  halves  and  tried  to 
snatch  a  bit  of  rest.      If  you  were  there  that 


night  you  know  what  a  difficult  trick  it  is  to 
balance  yourself  on  a  cabbage  head  and  drive 
out  the  cold  damp  frost  from  beneath  the 
blankets  with  your  breath.  If  you  were  NOT 
there  you've  got  something  to  be  thankful  for 
every  Thanksgiving  Day  hereafter.  "F"  is  a 
tough  bunch,  though,  so  we  all  came  through 
stiff  but  not  stiffs. 

Next  day  we  continued  our  hike,  passing 
through  the  outskirts  of  Toul,  and  arrived  at 
Lagney,  where  we  billeted  in  cow  sheds,  hay 
lofts,  etc.  Through  some  misunderstanding 
our  packs  were  loaded  into  various  wagons  and 
when  the  regiment  arrived  at  Lagney  about 
dark  no  one  could  locate  his  belongings.  Con- 
sequently there  was  some  wailing  and  gnash- 
ing of  teeth  (the  army  way).  Some  bucks 
hunted  in  vain  for  their  packs  and  appropri- 
ated blankets  from  a  strange  pack  and  pro- 
ceeded to  rest  their  weary  bones  among  the 
baled  hay  and  oat  bags  in  the  forage  wagon. 
From  that  date  it  became  the  accepted  cus- 
tom to  "appropriate"  the  necessities  of  life 
and  about  the  only  thing  a  soldier  would  re- 
fuse to  appropriate  went  by  the  ncune  "corned 
willie." 

One  night  in  Lagney  was  enough  to  make 
any  man   fight,   so   at  4:30  p.   m.,    November 


Private  Goulides  on  sick  report: 

Caotain  of  Medical  Corps:  "Well,  what's  the 
trouble?" 

Goulides:  "Sir,  I've  been  slinging  hash  all 
my  life  and  have  weak  arches." 

Captain  (scratching  his  head):  "H-m-m! 
Guess  I'll  have  to  transfer  you  to  the  aviation 
corps  where  you  won't  have  to  walk." 


1  st,  we  moved  on.  We  were  so  near  to  the 
front  lines  now  that  all  our  movements  were 
made  under  cover  of  darkness.  After  several 
hours  travel  we  camped  in  a  field  which  was 
well  spattered  with  shell  holes  and  slept  till 
dawn.  It  was  necessary  to  conceal  ourselves 
and  equipment  from  aeroplane  observation  so 
horses  and  material  were  camouflaged  in  the 
woods  adjoining  our  camping  field  and  we 
were  given  the  day  to  explore  "Dead  Man's 
Woods."  Shell  holes,  barbed  yfhe  entangle- 
ments, trenches,  concrete  dugouts,  stumps  of 
trees,  littered  clothing  and  a  huge  cemetery 
all  bore  evidence  of  the  terrific  battle  which 
had  occurred  at  that  place.  "Dead  Man's 
Woods"  is  in  the  St.  Mihiel  sector.  Accord- 
ing to  the  stories  circulated  the  French  lost 
thousands  upon  thousands  of  men  trying  to 
drive  the  Germans  from  these  positions.  It 
was  in  this  same  sector  that  the  Yankees  cov- 
ered themselves  with  undying  glory.  The 
French  claimed  "Dead  Man's  Woods"  could 
not  be  captured  in  six  months  but  the  Yanks 
determined  to  drive  the  Huns  out  and  when 
they  launched  the  St.  Mihiel  drive  the  Germans 
were  out  of  the  woods  in  something  like  eight 
hours.      The  French  had   fought  so   long  and 


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lost  so  many  men  at  this  place  that  they  were 
bulldozed  into  the  belief  that  it  was  invincible. 
The  Americans  coming  in,  fresh  and  enthusi- 
astic, determined  to  "call  the  bluff"  and  take 
the  "pot." 

On  the  morning  of  November  2nd  Captain 
Cabeen,  together  with  other  officers  of  the 
regiment,  made  a  reconnaissance  and  deter- 
mined the  position  which  "F"  was  to  occupy. 
When  he  returned  in  the  afternoon  he  called 
the  officers  and  some  of  the  non-coms  together 
to  tell  them  of  his  plans.  Someone  asked  him 
if  there  were  many  shells  coming  over  and  he 
replied  "beaucoup"  (pronounced  bookoo)  but 
there  was  that  characteristic  twinkle  in  his  eye 
which  drove  away  anxiety  and  kindled  our 
desire  to  get  into  action.  The  first  platoon 
were  to  pull  into  position  that  night  and  the 
balance  of  the  battery  was  to  go  to  the  echelon 
in  the  "Bois  de  Pannes"  woods.      During  the 


"What  do  you  think  of  the  army  as  far  as 
you  have  gone,"  inquired  Sgt.  Akley  of  Private 
Rosenberg,  who  had  just  arrived  at  Camp  Mills. 

"I  may  like  it  after  a  while,  but  just  now  I 
think  there  is  too  much  drilling  and  fussing 
around  between  meals,"  was  Rosenberg's  reply. 


balance  of  the  afternoon  w^e  sorted  out  the 
materiel  actually  needed  the  first  night  at  the 
front  and  at  dusk  we  discarded  camouflage  and 
set  out.  At  Essey  the  first  platoon,  guided  by 
the  Captain,  parted  from  the  battery  and  con- 
tinued through  Pannes  and  Beney.  "F"  was 
attached  to  the  28th  Division.  So  at  Beney 
we  turned  to  the  left,  following  a  camouflaged 
road  to  a  point  where  a  narrow-gauge  railway 
crossed  it,  then  turned  to  the  right  and  fol- 
lowed the  road  alongside  the  track  up  to  the 
edge  of  the  woods  "Bois  de  Beney."  The 
road  which  we  followed  was  not  only  terribly 
muddy  but  was  cut  up  by  shell  holes  and  that 
fact  coupled  with  the  inky  blackness  of  the 
night,  made  it  one  "hell"  of  a  job  trying  to 
keep  right  side  up  and  moving.  After  much 
strenuous  work  on  the  part  of  both  horses  and 
men  the  two  pieces  w^ere  pulled  into  position 
and  one  caisson  unloaded.  The  other  caisson 
became  so  mired  in  the  mud  just  after  leaving 
the  camouflaged  road  that  it  was  impossible 
to  get  it  out  that  night  and  consequently  it 
was  abandoned  until  the  following  night,  when 
tiie  hauling  work  was  completed.  The  drivers 
went  back  to  the  echelon  and  the  gun  crews 
proceeded  to  work  the  balance  of  the  night 
diggmg  a  suitable  place  for  their  pieces,  in  the 
ditch. 

By  morning  enough  underbrush  had  been 
cut  away  and  dirt  dug  out  to  make  room  for 
the  pieces  and  after  camouflaging  them  the  fel- 
lows laid  down  to  rest  and,  if  possible,  to' 
sleep. 

During  the  day  our  position  ■was  located  by 
means  of  a  traverse  and  plotted  on  the  firing 


maps.  Some  preliminary  scouting  work  w^as 
done  and  a  forward  observation  post  was 
chosen.  At  night  the  second  platoon  came  up 
from  the  echelon  and  like  the  first  bunch,  strug- 
gled through  rain,  mud  and  murky  blackness 
to  get  their  pieces  concealed  before  daylight. 
The  first  two  nights  were  probably  the  most 
galling  because  of  the  strangeness  of  the  place 
and  conditions  under  which  the  work  was  ac- 
complished. During  the  day  of  November  4th 
the  fellows  had  a  chance  to  get  their  bearings, 
locate  dugouts  or  other  sheltered  spots  in  which 
to  sleep  and  finish  the  digging  of  emplace- 
ments for  guns  and  ammunition  caissons. 

The  Signal  section  established  local  tele- 
phone connections  and  helped  to  complete  the 
balance  of  the  liaison  system  so  that  in  the 
afternoon  the  battery  was  ready  to  lay  their 
pieces  and  fire  for  adjustment.  Orders  came 
in  to  prepare  for  fire  on  a  certain  target  and 
in  computing  the  data  the  officers  found  that 
it  was  necessary  to  drag  the  guns  out  of  their 
positions  in  the  ditch  and  into  an  open  field. 
This  w^ork  w^as  completed  about  3:00  a.  m., 
November  5th.  The  pieces  were  "laid"  and  we 
opened  fire  about  5 :00  a.  m.,  continuing  the 
firing  until  6:00  a.  m.  Then  the  gun  crews 
dragged  their  pieces  back  to  the  original  posi- 
tions and  camouflaged  them  before  daylight. 
Some  of  our  targets  were  the  village  of  Damp- 
vitoux  where  Hun  working  parties  exposed 
themselves,  village  of  Donmartin,  Marimboux 
Farm,  machine  gun  nests  and  cross  roads  near 
Lauchaussee.  While  at  the  front  "F"  was  at- 
tached to  the  34 1  st  Field  Artillery  and  sup- 
ported   the    111th,     112th    Infantry   and    later 


the  1 09  th  and  1  1 0th  Infantry,  who  relieved 
the  former.  Our  forward  O.  P.  was  situated 
on  the  crest  of  a  hill  in  the  "Bois  de  Beney" 
and  overlooked  our  own  front  lines.  Part  of 
the  time  we  could  see  our  shells  falling  on 
enemy  territory  but  usually  the  range  was  so 
great  that  we  could  not  determine  their  effect 
and  we  were  dependent  upon  our  aerial  ob- 
servers for  this  information. 

On    November    1  1  th    both    the    Huns    and 
Allies   started   in   to   do   as   much   damage   as 


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possible  before  1  1  :00  o'clock  should  end  the 
struggle — and  everywhere  shells  were  hissing 
through  the  air,  big  guns  were  barking  at  high 
speed  and  machine  guns  drummed  incessantly. 
So  many  of  the  Hun  shells  were  "duds"  that 
their  fire,  although  accurate,  was  more  or  less 
ineffective.  If  one  could  judge  by  the  sound 
the  Yanks  were  sending  over  five  shells  for 
every  one  Jerry  hurled  at  us.  At  10:59  a.  m. 
the  order  was  given  to  "Cease  Fire!"  We  were 
at  the  front  only  nine  days  but  during  that 
time  we  sent  2,150  shells  into  enemy  territory 
and  came  to  know  the  hardships  of  actual  fight- 
ing. Mess  for  our  men  at  the  front  was  poor. 
The  first  three  or  four  days  we  lived  on  canned 
beef  and  hardtack  which  we  salvaged  in  the 
woods.  The  cooks  finally  set  up  a  kitchen 
in  "Bois  de  Beney"  and  then  we  had  hot  cof- 
fee, bacon  and  bread  for  morning,  and  for 
afternoon  mess  hot  coffee,  bread  and  perhaps 
corned  willie,  warmed  up  canned  beef,  or  slum. 
,  Probably  if  we  had  been  at  the  front  a  longer 


Sgt.  Carney  had  spent  three  days  and  nights 
at  the  front  working  in  rain  and  mud  and  was 
consequently  well  camouflaged  by  a  copious 
beard — sometimes  mistaken  for  brush.  Colonel 
Campbell  evidently  didn't  think  much  of  the 
camouflage  for  when  he  stopped  to  look  over 
the  gun  position  and  discovered  Carney  hiding 
behind  said  beard,  he  gave  orders  for  its  im- 
mediate removal.  Why,  Carney!  I  !  Didn't 
you  realize  you  ^ere  liable  to  give  the  Huns  a 
bad  impression  of  the  American  soldier  and  na- 
tion by  such  a  rough  appearance? 


time  we  might  have  made  connections  for 
better  and  sufficient  food.  Sleeping  in  dug- 
outs, washing  in  shell  holes,  eating  corned 
willie  and  working  in  mud  and  rain  are  not 
really  fascinating  pastimes  so  "F"  was  lucky 
to  spend  only  nine  days  existing  under  these 
conditions.  Captain  Cabeen,  Lieutenants 
Kaufman  and  Brennan  and  a  few  of  the  en- 
listed men  were  at  the  position  continually  but 
the  gun  crews  worked  in  two-day  shifts,  spend- 
ing part  of  the  time  at  the  echelon. 

During  the  afternoon  of  the  1  1  th  the  ma- 
jority of  the  battery  were  collected  at  Beney. 
Some  of  the  boys  made  a  trip  up  to  the  Ger- 
man lines  to  get  a  close-up  view  of  No  Man's 
Land,  while  others  stayed  at  the  position  as 
guards.  Sergeant  Alerie  and  Private  Servis 
were  both  injured  seriously  by  an  explosion  of 
a  "one  pounder"  which  Servis  was  trying  to 
dismantle  for  a  souvenir.  Both  were  taken  to 
the  hospital  immediately  where  Servis  died  of 
his  wounds.  While  convalescing  Alerie  was 
returned  to  the  United  States  as  a  casual. 

We  stayed  at  Beney  two  nights,  getting  up 
at  12:00  p.  m.,  November  13th,  to  prepare 
for  a  hike.  After  joining  the  first  battalion  just 
outside  of  Thiaucourt  we  hiked  through  the 
very  heart  of  St.  Mihiel,  Metz  battle  grounds 
on  our  way  to  Pont-a-Mousson.      Everywhere 


we  looked  we  saw  trenches,  barbed  wire  en- 
tanglements, camouflaged  positions  and  ceme- 
teries— certainly  a  devastated  region.  At  3 :00 
o'clock  in  the  afternoon  we  reached  our  desti- 
nation, a  city  of  a  pre-war  population  of  per- 
haps 20,000  inhabitants.  Pont-a-Mousson  is 
in  Lorraine,  between  Metz  and  Nancy,  and  has 
the  ear-marks  of  a  prosperous  city  but  it  had 
been  evacuated  by  the  inhabitants  shortly  after 
war  was  declared. 

Two  big  buildings  were  allotted  to  "F"  and^ 


Battery  "T"  Billets  Pont-a-Mousson 

we  soon  found  mattresses,  chairs,  tables,  stoves  - 
and  miscellaneous  furniture  with  which  to  fur- 
nish our  rooms.  Some  of  the  rooms  even 
boasted  "beds."  When  we  were  fairly  set- 
tled we  hunted  up  a  grocery  store  and  there- 
after had  eggs,  bread,  butter,  etc.,  as  long  as 
our  francs  held  out.  Physical  exercise,  squads 
right,  hikes,  pistol  practice,  gun  drill  and  ath- 
letics helped  to  keep  the  boys  in  trim  if  not  out 
of  mischief.  "F"  had  several  explorers  who 
located  the  "Thousand  Bottles"  which  served 
to  keep  most  of  us  in  good  spirits  and  occa- 
sionally in  the  brig  during  our  sojourn  in  Pont- 
a-Mousson.  Thanksgiving  Day  was  celebrated 
with  good  eats  and  services  in  the  big  church 
on  Rue  St.  Laurent. 

About  the  12th  of  December  Captain  Ca- 
been was  taken  ill  and  went  to  the  base  hos- 
pital at  Toul.  At  retreat  on  December  1  6th 
Lieutenant  Kaufman  announced  his  death. 
This  news  fairly  stunned  us,  for  every  man  in 
"F"  knew  that  we  had  lost  a  real  friend.  De- 
cember 1  7th  some  forty  men  of  "F"  and  offi- 


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cers  of  the  regiment  were  taken  to  Toul  in 
trucks  to  attend  his  funeral. 

Captain  Booth  assumed  command  of  "F" 
a  few  days  later. 

Christmas  at  Pont-a-Mousson  passed  quiet- 
ly. The  cooks  set  up  a  splendid  dinner,  plain 
perhaps,  but  substantial.  Tobacco,  cigarettes, 
chocolate  bars  and  cigars  were  given  out  and 
later  in  the  afternoon  we  lined  up  and  marched 
to    the    Y.    M.    C.    A.    where    more    cigarettes. 


Captain  Kidd's  hidden  t<-easure  was  mere 
trash  compared  to  the  buried  treasures  at  Pont- 
a-Mousson.  Old  John  Silver  M^ould  have  swap- 
ped treasures  any  time  if  he  had  known  what 
fine  vintages  there  \«rere  in  the  world  of  Pont-a- 
Mousson. 


chocolates  and  cigars  were  given  us.  New 
Year's  Eve  revelry  lacked  the  interest  and  en- 
thusiasm normally  shown  by  such  a  crov^rd  of 
young  men.  All  of  us  were  terribly  sick  of 
army  life  now  that  the  fighting  was  over  and 
the  uppermost  thought  in  our  minds  was 
"HOME."  January  dragged  itself  out  and  on 
the  1  St  of  February  we  heard  the  glad  tidings 
that  we  were  placed  under  the  command  of 
the  S.  O.  S.  for  immediate  (?)  transportation 
to  the  U.  S.  A. 

The  next  ten  days  were  spent  in  turning  in 
our  materiel,  horses,  etc.,  preparatory  to  leav- 
ing Pont-a-Mousson.  Lieutenant  Poulter  and 
a  part  of  the  battery  started  on  February  5  th 
on  a  trip  to  the  ordnance  depot  at  Domger- 
main  to  turn  in  guns,  caissons  and  other  ma- 
teriel. The  roads  were  icy  and  weather  biting 
cold.  The  horses  were  smooth  shod  and  con- 
sequently it  ■was  almost  impossible  for  them 
to  travel.  It  took  the  party  the  better  part  of 
four  days  to  make  the  trip  and  it  w^as  a  weary, 
frostbitten  and  hungry  bunch  of  men  and 
horses  that  returned   on  Saturday.      The  next 


Hillger  got  pretty  well  acquainted  with  the 
medical  officers  (in  line  of  duty)  over  at  Pont-a- 
Mousson.  In  fact,  he  was  a  regular  customer. 
They  even  say  that  one  morning  Hillger  forgot 
to  go  on  sick  report  and  the  medical  officer  re- 
fused to  sign  the  book  until  he  was  listed. 


day  the  horses  were  turned  over  to  the  7th 
Division  and  we  cleaned  up  our  billets  ready 
to  pull  out  Monday.  At  10:00  a.  m.  we  de- 
parted from  Pont-a-Mousson  via  truck,  arriv- 
ing at  Douillard  early  in  the  forenoon.  All 
preparations  for  entraining  were  quickly  made 
but  the  train  did  not  make  its  appearance  until 
4:00  p.  m.  Meanwhile  we  strolled  uptown 
and  bought  all  of  the  edibles  in  sight.  Some 
of  the  boys  also  obtained  cognac  and  rhum,  so 
about  2:00  p.  m.  Lieutenant  Barnum  threw  a 
drag  net  of  P.  G.'s  over  the  town  and  marched 


all    deliquents  back    to    the   railway  siding   to 
await  our  train. 

"F"  was  assigned  seven  French  box  cars 
when  the  train  pulled  into  the  siding  and  we 
soon  had  our  stoves  set  up,  fire  started,  wood, 
rations  and  packs  aboard  and  were  settled  for 
the  trip.  There  wasn't  room  for  everyone  to 
lie  down  and  sleep  at  one  time  so  we  took  our 
turns.  About  4:00  a.  m.,  Tuesday  morning, 
while  we  were  passing  through  the  switching 
yards  at  Gondrecourt,  a  French  train  rammed 
into  the  middle  of  our  train,  derailing  six  of 
our  seven  cars  and  tipping  one  almost  onto  its 
side.  All  of  the  boys  in  the  upturned  car  were 
thrown  into  a  heap  but  none  w^ere  seriously 
hurt.  The  hay  caught  fire  but  the  stove  was 
thrown  out  and  fire  quickly  extinguished.  A 
serious  catastrophe  was  averted  only  because 
of  the  fact  that  both  trains  were  moving  slowly. 
The  front  and  rear  sections  of  the  train  were 
pulled  onto  another  track  and  six  other  cars 
replaced  the  ones  derailed.  A  few  of  us  walked 
down  into  the  village  of  Gondrecourt  and  ob- 
tained coffee,  sandwiches  and  other  eats  at 
the  "Y,"  then  returned  to  the  railroad  yards 
and  transferred  our  belongings  to  the  new  cars. 
Inside   of  three  hours  we  were  again   on   our 


Sergt.  Ruhl  wants  to  know  who  filled  his  hel- 
met with  paste  last  New  Year's  night  at  Pont-a- 
Mousson. 


way.  Wednesday  afternoon  our  train  pulled 
into  the  American  camp  at  Gievres,  the  largest 
Quartermaster's  camp  of  the  A.  E.  F.  At  first 
we  thought  this  was  our  destination  but  a  new 
crew  hitched  onto  our  train  and  we  continued 
our  way.  Thursday  morning  we  detrained  at 
Mondoubleau  and  hiked  thirteen  kilometers  to 
Berfay  where  we  were  billeted  for  a  couple  of 
weeks.  Baths  and  "cootie"  inspections  v^'ere 
endured  daily.  Clean  up!  was  the  iron-clad 
order.  About  February  1 6th  Captain  Booth 
returned  to  his  position  as  adjutant  of  the  first 
battalion  and  Lieutenant  Brennan  assumed 
command  of  "F."  On  February  24th,  Lieu- 
tenant Coryell  was  re-attached.  March  2nd 
at  8:00  o'clock  we  packed  up  our  belongings, 
stacked  them  into  trucks  and  then  started  to- 
ward the  Le  Mans  camp.  After  zig-zagging 
through  various  country  roads  all  day  long  we 
finally  reached  a  big,  vacant  lime  factory  where 
we  were  to  put  up  for  the  night.  Sore  feet 
and  aching  legs  were  common  to  all,  for  we 
had  covered  about  34  kilometers  which  was 
only  a  mere  1 0  kilometers  farther  than  we 
would  have  walked  if  we  had  followed  the 
main  road  into  St.  Calais  and  thence  to  the 
factory.  Next  morning  we  continued  our 
journey,  joining  the  rest  of  the  I  60th  Artillery 
Brigade  before  we  reached  Camp  D'Auvours. 
We  remained  at  this  "Belgian"  camp  until 
Sunday     morning,     March     9  th,     then    hiked 


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through  the  outskirts  of  Le  Mans  to  the  for- 
warding camp  where  our  train  of  American  box 
cars  (52  men  per  car)  waited  to  carry  us  to 
Brest.  Private  Bunch  was  left  behind  for  he 
had  gone  A.  W.  O.  L.  to  Le  Mans  and  was 
picked  up  by  the  M.  P.s. 

Next  day  we  arrived  at  Brest  and  hiked  to 
Camp  Pontanezen  where  we  were  billeted  in 
tents,  with  wood  floors,  stoves,  cots  and  mat- 
tresses. For  a  rest  camp  this  one  took  the 
prize.  It  seemed  to  us  that  the  camp  com- 
mander's motto  was  "Rest  if  we  don't  catch 
you  at  it."  F  Battery  was  called  upon  to  fur- 
nish the  entire  personnel  for  detail  work  of 
all  descriptions  and  none  dared  to  shirk  or  pro- 
test for  the  labor  battalion  had  beaucoup  agents 


Captain  Moore,  as  Officer  of  the  Day,  to  Pri- 
vate Casin:  "Sentry,  do  you  know  your  gen- 
eral orders?" 

Casin:       "Yes,  sir!" 

Capt.  Moore:  "Good  thing  you  do.  I  don't 
know  half  of  them  myself." 


to  pick  up  men  from  home-going  troops  and 
preserve  them  in  the  A.  E.  F.  Between  de- 
tails we  had  baths,  equipment  inspection,  per- 
sonal inspections  and  other  useless  inspections. 
But  it  had  to  end  some  time,  so  after  putting 
in  two  weeks  at  Pontanezen,  we  were  allotted 
space  on  the  U.  S.  S.  Leviathan  and  early  Mon- 
day morning,  March  24th,  we  took  our  leave 


of  French  soil  and  boarded  this  giant  ship. 
Two  days  after  we  boarded  her  the  Leviathan 
lifted  anchor  and,  as  we  watched  the  shores 
of  France  fade  from  sight,  we  heaved  a  sigh 
of  relief.  Comparatively  calm  weather  and  a 
smooth  sea  helped  us  to  keep  to  our  6^ -day 
schedule,  so  that  we  sighted  Sandy  Hook  at 
8:00  a.  m.,  Wednesday,  April  2nd,  and  docked 
at  1  1  :00  o'clock.  While  en  route  Corporal  W. 
B.  Sterling  became  ill  and  on  arriving  in  New 
York  was  detached  from  "F"  and  sent  to  the 


Little  old  Messac,  sure  we  can't  forget 
The  davs  we  soent  with  you. 

You're  small  and  quiet  and  slow,  I  know. 
But  your  heart  was  sood  and  true. 

Oh,  those  swims  in  the  little  old  river. 
And  the  pump  with  the  water  so  clear; 

The  barber,  the  girl  in  the  little  old  store, 
With  the  costume  on  Sunday  so  queer! 

Our  quarters  were  awful  and  so  were  our 

meals, 

But  still  we  have  found  more  and  more 

We  thrive  on  those  meals  as  bad  as  they 

are. 

While  on  the  hardest  bed  we  still  snore. 


hospital.  On  arriving  in  Camp  Mills  Sergeant 
Rennex,  Sergeant  Rugila,  Corporal  Zimmel, 
Mechanic  Sprague  and  Private  Humphriss  were 
also  transferred  to  the  hospital.  There  isn  t 
much  use  trying  to  tell  how  we  felt  to  get  back 
to  God's  country,  for  words  can't  express  our 
joy  and  satisfaction.  The  few  days  we  spent 
at  Camp  Mills  we  were  "sitting  on  the  world." 
Beaucoup  eats,  sleep  and  passes  to  a  real  city 
in  a  really  civilized  country.  The  only  com- 
plaint we  had  was  the  rough  way  our  clothes 
were  used  and  left  in  a  million  v\rrinkles,  just 
when  we  wanted  to  look  spick  and  span.  But 
who  could  harbor  a  grudge  of  any  sort  when 
freedom  and  pursuit  of  happiness  were  so  near. 
Next  came  Custer  and  HOME  where  it  will 
be  a  pleasure  to  remain,  "be  it  ever  so  hum- 
ble." Old  Battery  F  was  finally  disbanded 
toward  the  last  of  April  and,  after  the  num- 
erous "good-byes" — which  were  the  hardest 
bit  of  all  the  war — we  stepped  out  as  free  men 
again.      Peace  be  to  Allah! 

CORP.  EARL  A.  RICE, 

Battery  Editor. 
Assisted  by  Rademacher. 


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._/*■: 


HEADQUARTERS 
COMPANY 


Under  modified  tables  of  organization  every 
regiment  of  field  artillery  has  a  company  de- 
tailed on  special  duties.  A  company  composed 
of  specialists  in  various  lines  of  work  necessary 
to  the  maintenance  and  operation  of  an  artil- 
lery regiment  and  specialist  instructors  and 
overseers  to  direct  its  work. 

In  the  beginning  it  was  not  easy  to  choose 
men  suitable  for  membership  in  such  an  or- 
ganization, consequently  the  personnel  of  the 
Headquarters  Company  was  assembled  from 
the  ranks  of  other  organizations  and  for  a  time 
was  more  of  a  transit  headquarters  than  an 
established  household. 

Every  name  appearing  on  the  roster  of  the 
Headquarters  Company  carried  with  it  an  ex- 
planation of  some  special  ability  possessed  by 
its  owner.  These  specialists  varied  largely  in 
their  duties.  Requisites  peculiar  to  the  army 
maintenance  necessitated  the  frequent  develop- 
ment of  new  types  of  specialists  and  in  many 
instances  men  perfected  themselves  in  their 
line  of  duty  in  the  brief  time  between  their  en- 
tering camp  and  their  entering  the  battle  field. 

To  direct  the  activities  of  such  a  company 
it  was  necessary  to  assign  to  its  ranks  officers 
trained  in  the  lines  of  duty  peculiar  to  the  opera- 
tion of  such  a  company.  The  officers  for  the 
greater  part  came  from  walks  of  life  which 
naturally  developed  the  abilities  necessary 
there.  There  was,  of  course,  some  shifting 
and  changing  of  the  officers'  personnel  but  with 
the  exception  of  promotions  which  removed 
•some  from  the  command,  few  instances  caused 
the  removal  or  addition  to  the  roster. 

So  after  months  of  drafting  from  other  or- 
ganizations and  strenuous  training  the  person- 
nel became  a  unit,  constant  in  its  membership 
and,  as  was  proven  later,  worthy  of  the  tasks 
which  fell  to  its  lot. 

The  first  duty  of  the  officers  of  the  Head- 
quarters Comany  was  to  train  raw  recruits  into 
regulation  soldiers.  Without  soldierly  disci- 
pline, soldierly  habits  and  soldierly  concep- 
tions the  strenuous  training  in  the  later  periods 
would  have  availed  but  little.  The  military 
courtesies,  the  foot  drills,  the  mounted  drills 
and  the  teachings  of  the  martial  law  were  for 
the  greater  part  the  courses  of  training  predom- 


inant at  first.  Once  well  schooled  in  these 
branches  the  more  special  training  demanded 
the  whole  of  every  man's  attention.  On  ac- 
count of  a  lack  of  sufficient  equipment  the 
theoretical  side  of  the  specialists'  operations 
was  studied  under  cautious  and  exacting  in- 
structors. The  telephone,  orientation,  radio 
telegraph,  and  other  details  were  instructed  in 
the  basic  principles  upon  which  the  science 
with  which  they  worked  was  based  and  ac- 
quired information  that  will  long  remain  vrith 
them,  even  to  an  advantage  in  their  civil  life 
after  the  war.  Unlike  the  daily  routine  of  the 
battery  the  stables,  though  requiring  the  pre- 
scribed attendance  each  day,  did  not  come  in 
for  the  larger  part  of  the  day's  work.  Every 
man  studying  some  particular  job  was  im- 
pressed with  the  fact  that  he  was  to  be  solely 
responsible  for  the  proper  carrying  on  of  his 
task  and  he  alone  just  as  responsible  for  fail- 
ure should  it  ever  fail.  Peculiar  to  the  tasks 
of  Headquarters  men  it  could  not  be  said  that 
there  was  always  another  ready  to  take  a  fallen 
comrade's  place  or  another  handy  to  correct 
the  error  of  a  thoughtless  or  incompetent  man 
on  the  job. 

So  the  soldier  specialist  became  the  aim  of 
this  army  university.  After  the  preliminary 
training  the  practical  side  of  operations  was 
taken  up  and  actual  experience  in  the  field  be- 
came an  everyday  occurrence.  In  a  few  in- 
stances the  instructions  received  during  the  pre- 
liminary training  had  to  be  forgotten  and  oth- 
ers hurriedly  learned  on  account  of  the  dif- 
ference in  equipment  and  mode  of  operation 
encountered  as  our  troops  reached  the  other 
side.  But  in  no  way  did  this  result  in  a  de- 
preciation of  the  benefits  derived  from  our 
early  training  at  Camp  Custer. 

It  was  not  all  work  in  those  days,  however, 
for  the  tasks  of  the  soldier,  done  at  retreat, 
were  followed  by  sorts  of  his  own  liking  and 
studies  of  his  own  choosing,  except  when  privi- 
leges were  by  necessity  taken  from  him.  The 
seasons  permitting,  a  wholesome  social  life 
was  enjoyed  to  the  very  extent  that  each  in- 
dividual wished  to  enjoy  it.  Contagious  dis- 
ease in  the  company  at  times  resulted  in  quar- 
antines   which    forbade    the    soldier    even    the 


—  150  — 


company  of  friends  in  other  batteries,  to  say 
nothing  of  the  acquaintances  that  had  been 
made  in  nearby  towns,  but  it  was  during  those 
quarantines  that  the  splendid  morale  developed 
in  the  soldier  showed  itself. 

On  the  1  St  of  July,  1918,  our  work  on  the 
range  having  been  completed,  preparations 
were  started  for  entraining  for  a  port  of  em- 
barkation. The  daily  routine  was  dispensed 
with  at  this  time  and  the  making  ready  to  go 
demanded  the  whole  of  the  daylight  hours. 
From  early  morning  until  late  at  night  the  men 
worked  packing  their  equipment,  such  as  har- 
ness, instruments  and  quartermaster's  supplies. 

On  the  1  6th  of  July  we  entrained  for  Camp 
Mills,   Long  Island,    New  York.      The   stay  at 


Capt.  George  S.  Wiley 

Camp  Mills  afforded  the  men  an  opportunity 
of  visiting  New  York  and  this  opportunity  was 
not  overlooked  by  many.  Most  of  the  visit- 
ing places  of  interest  had  to  be  done  at  night, 
owing  to  the  stringent  ordeal  through  which 
each  company  went  in  its  final  preparation  for 
departure.  But  for  the  heat  and  dust  the  stay 
at  Camp  Mills  was  agreeable  and  in  compara- 
tive comfort. 

On  the  30th  of  July  final  instructions  were 
received  in  regard  to  our  embarkation.  Ad- 
vanced details  were  chosen  for  the  handling 
of  the  luggage  and  the  men  were  confined  to 
quarters  in  anticipation  of  the  order  to  take 
up  the  march.  With  full  overseas  equipment 
the  company  advanced  by  foot  to  the  railroad 
at  Camp  Mills,  thence  to  Long  Island  city  and 
by  ferry  to  the  Brooklyn  docks  where  it  board- 
ed the  Maunganui,  a  New  Zealand  ex-freighter 
equipped  for  troop  movements. 


For  eleven  days  the  company,  together  with 
others  of  the  regiment,  bore  with  the  Maun- 
ganui in  her  toiling  across  the  Atlantic.  It  is 
doubtful  that  a  ship  equipped  with  navigating 
instruments  ever  took  such  a  zig-zag  course  be- 
fore Little  objection  was  raised,  however, 
to  her  fanatic  movements,  for  each  man  real- 
ized the  danger  lurking  beneath  the  waves  in 


Intent.  Roland  Iioeffler 

the  form  of  the  submarines.  It  was  to  dodge 
these  dreaded  craft  that  eleven  days  were  spent 
in  this  uncomfortable  form  of  travel.  At  last 
on  the  morning  of  August  1 0th  the  Maun- 
ganui entered  the  North  Channel,  sailed  down 
the  Irish  coast  and  laid  in  wait  outside  the  har- 
bor of  Liverpool.  A  heavy  fog  prevented  her 
entering  immediately,  but  the  delay,  even 
within  sight  of  the  end  of  our  journey,  was  not 
unwelcome.  Safe  in  the  quiet  harbor  a  final 
rest  was  needed  by  the  men.  Later  in  the  day 
a  landing  was  made  at  Liverpool  and  all  troops 
disembarked.  The  regiment  was  welcomed  by 
a  British  band  and  a  large  delegation  of  the 


Iileut.    Cbarles    A.    Coryell 

civilian  population  of  Liverpool.  1  he  spirit 
of  the  affair  was  not  boisterous,  but  the  appre- 
ciation "of  a  friend  in  need"  as  "a  friend  in- 
deed"  was  obvious  in   the  kindly  attitude  of 


—  151 


the  Britishers.  The  company  marched  through 
Liverpool  to  the  railroad  station,  thence  in  a 
comfortable  and  fast  train  to  Southampton. 
Here  again  the  same  shout  of  welcome  and  evi- 
dence of  gratitude  on  the  part  of  the  people 
was  encountered.  Owing  to  the 
condition  at  Southampton 
accommodations  there  were 
poor.  However,  they  had  to 
be  borne  but  one  night.  Thor- 
ough impression  of  the  serious- 
ness of  affairs  was  first  candid 
at  Le  Havre.  A  guard  was 
thrown  about  the  camp  with 
specific  orders  that  no  Ameri- 
can   should    go    out    and    that 


Iiieut.  Max  (xorton 

none  other  than  British  and  Americans  should 
endure  these  orders  seemed  unusual,  but  the 
necessity  of  absolute  secrecy  was  impressed 
upon  the  men  by  the  recounting  of  the  misfor- 
tunes which  had  befallen  our  Allies  previously 
owing  to  a  laxity  in  their  giving  out  informa- 
tion. 

Early  in  the  next  day  the  U.  S.  S.  Harvard 
took  the  entire  regiment  across  the  British 
Channel  to  Le  Havre.     One  night  at  Le  Havre 


At  Messac  the  berries  were  thick  on  the 
bushes  lining  our  field.  Private  Barsook  thought 
just  one  or  two  would  not  so  bad  in  spite  of 
the  orders  against  picking  them.  He  was  dis- 
covered in  the  act  and  given  a  fevf  days  K.  P. 
"Hell,"  said  Barsook  afterwards,  "it's  a  good 
thins  I  didn't  pick  a  quart  or  I'd  be  on  K.  P. 
the  rest  of  my  life." 


(which  was  sufficient  for  more  reasons  than 
one)  and  again  the  advance  was  taken  up,  but 
this  time  for  a  point  not  known  to  the  men 
until  after  two  days  of  riding  on  the  rickety 
French  railroad.  The  ultimate  destination  was 
Messac. 

Of  all  the  enjoyable  features,  which  were 
few  at  best,  the  stay  at  Messac  probably  will 
remain     foremost    in    memories     of    the    trip 


abroad.  Through  the  indulgence  of  the  com- 
manding officer  the  men  were  permitted  to 
rest  and  enjoy  the  majesty  and  splendor  of 
that  historic  part,  a  land  at  one  time  so  rich  in 
romance.  The  beautiful  river  which  separates 
the  village  of  Messac  into  two 
parts  was  warm  and  quite  as 
inviting  a  bathing  place  as 
could  be  w^ished  for.  The  rest 
from  drills  and  lectures  while 
at  this  place  was  most  fortu- 
nate, just  preceding  the  period 
of  final  training  which  taxed 
the  personnel  to  its  utmost. 

From  Messac  the  company 
went  by  foot  to  Camp  Coet- 
quidan.  Of  this  camp  many 
interesting  stories  have  been 
told  and  it  was  a  fitting  back- 
ground in  its  historic  signifi- 
cance, for  the  final  training  the 
men  were  to  receive  before 
entering  the  conflict  on  the 
western  front.  The  advance 
party  was  overtaken  in  this 
place  and  was  assigned  to  the 
company  for  duty.  It  is  to  be  regretted  that 
the  troops  had  to  enter  this  climate  at  a  season 
of  the  year  which  is  conceded  to  be  the  worst. 
Serious  misfortune  in  the  form  of  disease  which 
overtook  members  of  the  company  here  was 
due  not  at  all  to  any  weakened  physical  con- 
dition, but  solely  to  the  damp  climate.  The 
severest  task  of  all  was  becoming  acclimated. 
Once  good  health  recovered  after  the  first 
blow    from    the    elements,    the    final    training 


Virgil  D.  Dukes 


I.ient.  Wara  C.  Smith 

period  began  in  earnest.  The  company  was 
divided  into  details  for  the  last  time  and  each 
detail  was  assigned  to  its  larger  organization 
of  the  regiment  for  active  duty.  It  was  during 
this  period  of  training  at  Coetquidan  that  the 
final  lesson  of  unity  in  action  and  co-operation 
was  taught.  Vivid  impressions  of  the  war  at 
'a  distance  were  given  and  the  company  ap- 
proached as  near  to  the  real  as  was  possible 


152 


without  actually  entering  the  battlefield. 

A  secret  hope  in  the  heart  of  most  every 
American  soldier  on  his  way  to  the  front  was 
that  he  might  at  least  pass  through  Paris. 
This  hope  was  blasted,  however,  by  the  con- 
gested condition  of  the  rail- 
roads. The  train  was  detoured 
near  the  outskirts  of  the  French 
capital  and,  within  sight  of  the 
suburbs,  the  famous  city  was 
skirted  and  to  the  majority  the 
last  chance  was  lost.  Later, 
after  the  armistice,  some  of  the 
men  w^ere  granted  leave  to 
visit  Paris,  but  to  those  who 
were  less  fortunate,  the  little 
act  of  the  railroad  men  in 
switching  the  train  around  will 
ever  be  held  against  them. 

Journeying  to  the  very  brink 
of  the  war  zone  with  scarcely  a 
stop  long  enough  o  afford  a  rest 
the  company  was  detrained 
some  twenty  kilometers  from 
the  little  town  of  Orquevaux. 
So  near  to  the  scene  of  action 
it  was  necessary  tq  exercise 
great  care  in  order  to  keep 
aviator,  who  was  at  that  time 
ifrom  leaning  the  whereabouts 
ganization,  and  paying  unwelcome 
That  doubtless  was  the  reason  why  Orque- 
vaux was  chosen  as  the  nex  stopping  place. 
Hidded  deep  in  the  hills  it  afforded  pro- 
tection from  scouts,  and  on  account  of  the 
climate  and  water  a  very  suitable  place  for  a 
final  rest  before  gonig  into  the  lines.  Little 
work  and  a  good  deal  of  play  was  indulged  in 
at  this  stop. 

The  next  move,  which  was  by  rail,   skirted 
the  battle   area,    and   landed   the   company   at 


taken  up.  Two  days  of  slow  progress  and  one 
night  in  a  stable  netted  a  gain  of  some  thirty 
kilometers.  The  company  was  halted  after 
darkness  on  the  outskirts  of  a  dense  wood  and 
pitched  camp.  It  wasn't  much  of  a  camp,  but 
after  two  such  days  the  graves 
and  shell  holes  beneath  and  the 
shells  and  planes  overhead 
didn't  interfere  much  with  the 
night's  sleep.  Early  in  the 
morning  the  company  moved 
into  the  woods,  where  the 
whole  of  the  battalion  was  hid- 
den. The  chances  are  that  the 
hours  which  followed  will  long 
be  remembered,  and  scarcely 
as   ones   of   great   pleasure.       It 


Uent. 
Clifford   R.   Camahan 


the 
very 
of 


enemy 

active, 

the     or- 

visits. 


Domgermain,  a  small  supply  depot  near  Toul. 
It  was  in  not  a  single  feature  like  Orquevaux. 
Lying  exposed  on  the  side  of  a  hill,  the  only 
protection  that  could  be  depended  upon  was 
the  series  of  anti-aircraft  batteries  which  sur- 
rounded it,  and  that  could  not  be  depended  on 
too  much.  Evidence  of  such  a  truth  was  plain 
the  first  night  the  troops  were  billeted  there. 
German  flyers,  far  out  of  reach  of  the  guns, 
circled  over  the  town,  apparently  with  no  fear 
of  being  struck. 

A  day  and  night's  rest  and  the  march  was 


Ueut.  William  F.  Oregrson 

was  the  first  view  at  close  range  of  the  world 
war.  The  woods  had  not  long  been  rid  of 
the  Germans,  and  the  effects  of  the  battle  that 
raged  there  were  evident  on  every  hand. 

It  has  probably  been  truthfully  quoted  many 
times  that  a  man  never  knows  just  how  he  will 
feel  on  the  eve  of  going  into  battle,  and  that 
he  never  really  feels  like  he  thought  he  would 
feel.  The  exact  moment  at  which  the  change 
takes  place  is  hard  to  tell,  but  the  chances  that 
the  rapid  evolution  of  feeling  took  place  then 
and  there  with  the  men  of  the  company  are 
very  good. 

A  slightly  different  proposition  confronted 
the  men  of  the  headquarters  company  than 
that  of  other  companies.  It  was  not  a  case  of 
"shoulder  firm  to  shoulder"  with  them,  but 
rather  a  case  of  man  for  man  because  they 
were  soon  to  be  separated  and  each  individual 
to  go  about  his  duties  with  his  little  detail  or, 
in  many  cases,  all  alone.  The  company  could 
little  longer  be  a  unit,  for  its  duties  demanded 
that  it  separate. 


But,  Pat,  didn't  they  tell  you  to  join  the  ar- 
tillery  and   ride? 


153  — 


The  last  meal  together  was  eaten  at  the  little 
town  of  Bouillionville  which  was  to  be  regi- 
mental headquarters.  From  there  the  men 
went  in  little  groups  to  different  parts  of  the 
immediate  sector  to  follow  up  their  line  of  duty. 
Not  until  after  the  war  had 
been  won  were  the  ranks  of 
the  company  reunited  and  good 
friends  again  permitted  to  be 
together. 

A  story  of  what  happened  in 
the  headquarters  company  dur- 
ing their  stay  at  the  front  would 


Ueut.  Oscar  C.  Iianders 
be  a  disconnected,  badly  broken  up  affair,  and 
can  be  better  told  in  the  stories  of  each  detail. 
A  more  fortunate  unit  could  not  have  gone 
forward,  however,  because  when  the  roll  was 
called  some  two  weeks  later  not  a  man  was 
missing.  In  fact,  there  were  a  few  extra  pres- 
ent. That  may  sound  peculiar,  but  it  was  a 
common  occurrence  in  every  company.  Not 
all  the  units  which  went  to  the  front  came  out 
as  they  went  in  and  many  a  man  found  himself 


Shorty  Janecek  grew  tired  of  the  routine  at 
Pont-a-Mousson  and  decided  to  explore  the 
town  across  the  river.  The  M.  P.  stopped  him 
at  the  bridge.  He  went  away,  did  a  little  sal- 
vaging and  returned  in  a  short  time  wearing  an 
old  French  cap  and  coat.  "Here,  you  can't  go 
across  that  bridge."  "No  compree,  no  com- 
pree,"  from  Janecek.  "Get  across  there,  you 
no  compree  frog,"  said  the  guard  and  Shorty 
went  merrily  on  his  way. 


The  fighting  over,  a  period  of  relaxation,  at 
least  from  the  more  strenuous  forms  of  treiin- 
^ng,  was  welcome,  it  is  not  to  be  understood 
that  any  laxity  of  discipline  was  tolerated.  On 
the  other  hand,  the  health  and  morale,  of  any- 
thing, were  improved. 

For  billets  the  company 
drew  a  college  building  on  the 
very  banks  of  the  river.  "A 
school  superior  for  young  wom- 
en" was  quickly  converted  into 
a  winter  home  abroad  for 
young  Americans.  And  the 
young  Americans  knew  how  to 
make  themselves  comfortable. 
Winter  was  at  hand  and  the 
soldier's  fancies  lightly  turned 
to  thoughts  of  stoves  and  fire- 
wood. The  former  proved 
easy  to  get.  The  latter  wasn't 
so  hard  to  get  until  the  General 
decided  it  would  be  a  violation 
of  orders  to  remove  wood  of 
any  kind  from  houses,  barns,  sheds,  lots  or  any- 
where, not  matter  in  what  condition  it  existed. 
The  order  was  enforced  all  right,  but  it  wasn't 
a  freeze-out. 

The  only  thing  that  really  marred  the  hap- 
piness in  expectancy  of  a  trip  back  home  was  a 
gift  by  someone  of  a  hundred  or  so  head  of 
horses.  It  is  to  be  doubted  that  ever  a  more 
forlorn  group  of  brutes  was  ushered  into  the 
presence  of  man.  The  contracting  ability  had 
been  exercised  between  their  bodies  and  all 
equestrian  diseases,  and  their  temper  was  out- 
pointed only  by  their  distemper.  It  may  have 
been  some  pleasure,  however,  when  a  month 
or  two  later  the  company  lined  up  and  watched 
the  blind  and  the  lame  and  the  halt  amble  out 
of  the  stable  lot  for  the  last  time,  a  living 
tribute  to  the  worthiness  of  the  army  humane 
society,  organized  for  the  preservation  of  the 
army  mule. 


Harold  W.  Mead 


without  a  company  when  the  battle  was  over. 
In  a  case  like  that  nothing  could  be  more 
American  than  to  report  to  the  first  command 
encountered  for  duty.  These  strangers,  of 
course,  did  not  remain,  but  were  in  due  time 
transferred  to  posts  where  they  were  more 
needed. 

An  assembly  of  the  company  took  place 
at  Pont-a-Mousson  on  the  Moselle  river. 
Fortunate  in  the  extreme  were  the  troops 
located  in  Pont-a-Mousson.  The  city,  al- 
though badly  shell  torn,  was  homelike  com- 
pared to  some  places  where  troops  had  to  bil- 
let. Quarters  were  comfortable  and  regular- 
ity  in   company   habits   was  soon   established. 


Basket  ball,  football,  baseball  and  track 
events  claimed  first  honors  in  the  roll  of  enter- 
tainment. Night  life  was  not  exactly  gay,  yet  a 
group  of  soldiers  just  out  of  battle,  gathered 
about  an  open  fireplace,  could  and  did  find  lots 
of  interesting  things  to  talk  about.  The  most 
popular  rumor  of  the  day  was  the  one  that  we 
were  going  home.  It  took  a  long  time  for  that 
to  evolve  into  a  reality,  however,  and  when 
the  final  command  to  move  came,  six  weeks 
had  slipped  away.  The  time  was  profitably 
spent  by  most  of  the  men,  however,  and  will 


—  155  — 


not  be  recorded  in  the  same  class  with  other 
periods.  A  large  percentage  of  the  company 
took  advantage  of  the  army  school  which  was 
opened  in  Pont-a-Mousson  to  study  courses 
parallel  with  those  in  the  modern  grade  school. 
It  was  decided  that  a  history 
of  the  regiment  should  be  com- 
piled    and     work     on     that     de- 


Rusak,  the  company  tailor, 
was  approached  at  St.  Calais  by 
a  328th  officer  and  asked  to  fix 
a  coat.  "Tree  twent-eight  shoe 
man  no  fix  shoe  for  one  my 
lieutenants,  me  no  fix  coat  for 
tree  twent-eight." 


the  United  States.  No  digression  from  the  pre- 
scribed course  w^as  made  by  a  single  man  of 
the  company. 

The  company  marched  off  the  world's  larg- 
est steamship  at  Hoboken,  N.  J.  Retracing  the 
course  taken  on  leaving  the 
United  States  ten  months  pre- 
vious, the  whole  regiment  went 
to  Camp  Mills  and  thence  by 
ferry  and  rail  to  Camp  Custer, 
the  original  starting  point.  The 
mustering-out    machinery    was 


manded    the    attention    of    some, 

especially      the      photographers, 

during    the    greater    part    of    the 

g{j,y  lieut.    Alliert    C, 

With  warm  weather  came  the 
command  to  move.  Anxiety  to  get  home 
made  the  trip  in  box  cars  bearable  and  with 
the  final  lap  of  the  long  journey  to  the  war 
and  back  almost  within  sight  new^  life  and 
energy  gripped  the  company.  Had  it  not  been 
for   the   dauntless   spirit   of   the  men   it   is  not 


unlikely   that   a   repetition   of   the   misfortunes 
that  overtook  the  company  at  Camp  Coetqui- 
dan  would  have  occurred,   as  we  encountered 
the   worst    of    all    conditions,    both    from    the 
standpoint  of  weather  and  billets  at  the  village 
of  St.  Calais.      Near  cases  of  pneumonia  were 
beaten    by    a    great 
many  of  the  men  and 
although     they     stag- 
gered   under    the     at- 
tacks of  influenza  and 
la    grippe    the    ranks 
were     full     when     the 
last  leg  of  the  journey 
to  the  sea  was  entered 
on. 

Travel  specifica- 
tions for  the  whole 
regiment  read  via 
Brest  and  the  final 
cootie  baths  and  the 
U.  S.  S.   Leviathan  to  Headauarters   Co. 

—  15 


Kieut.   Harney    B.    Stover 

set  in  motion  almost  immediately  and  in  less 
than  a  week  every  man  was  on  his  way  home 
with  an  honorable  discharge  in  his  pocket. 

In  looking  back  over  the  record  of  events 
recorded  against  the  Headquarters  Company, 
a  story  of  interest  is  written  between  the  lines. 
Headed  by  officers  who  were  for  the  men  and 
composed  of  men  who  were  for  their  officers, 
and  composed  of  men  and  officers  who  real- 
ized their  obligations  to  their  country  and  to 
one  another,  the  company  lived  its  life  in  the 
service  of  a  cause  in  which  it  believed,  to  the 
best  advantage  it  knew  how.  In  disbanding 
its  members  scattered  to  all  parts  of  the  coun- 
try, but  not  one  has  gone  to  the  furthermost 
point  without  the  indelible  imprint  in  his  char- 
acter and  personality  made  by  a  host  of  friends 
well  met,  and  worthily  dealt  with. 


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Billets — ^Font-a-Mousson 
6  — 


SUPPLY 
COMPANY 


Supply  companies  have  been  organized  in 
the  army  to  carry  on  the  work  in  a  regiment, 
the  name  itself  suggests,  and  even  mail  order 
houses  do  not  carry,  and  dispose  of,  a  more 
varied  line  of  necessities. 

A  Supply  Company,  better  known  as  a 
"Fatigue  Outfit,"  is  usually  given  little  or  no 
credit,  but  were  it  not  for  the  untiring  efforts 
of  the  entire  company  from  the  Captain  down 
to  the  lowest  buck  private,  and  even  the  lowly 
mule,  the  remaining  organizations  in  a  regi- 
ment would  find  difficulty  in  existing. 

On  September  5,  1917,  the  329th  F.  A. 
Supply  Company  was  organized  at  Camp  Cus- 
ter, Michigan,  under  the  able  supervision  of 
Captain  Glenn  E.  Phillips  and  Lieutenant  Clif- 
ton L.  Barnum,  who  began  business  with  a 
band  of  men,  or  rather  would-be  soldiers,  large 
enough  to  form  a  squad  which  did  "Squads 
East  and  West"   the  better  part  of  two  weeks. 

More  selects  began  to  arrive  on  September 
2  1  st  and  with  the  coming  of  the  new  rookies 
things  in  general  began  to  develop  rapidly  and 
from  "Squads  East  and  West"  the  gang  turned 
to  mule-taming  and  wagon-building. 

From  chaotic  masses  of  bolts,  wheels,  side- 
boards, tail-gates,  bottoms  and  everything  else 
that  is  required  for  the  job,  real  army  Escort 
Wagons  grew,  and  the  wildest  mule  soon  be- 
came as  gentle  as  a  kitten  (almost). 

Breaking-in  the  long-eared  creatures  was  by 
no  means  a  pleasant  or  easy  task,  and  every- 
body, ribbon-clerks,  bookkeepers,  lawyers, 
farmers  and  laborers,  all  found  difficulty  in 
keeping  steady  knees  when  they  were  ordered 
to  manicure  the  "pet"  assigned  to  them,  for 
mules  have  an  excellent  reputation  for  execut- 
ing foot-movements  from  the  rear,  and  these 
jacks  were  no  exception. 

Some  wise  mule-skinner  has  described  his 
favorite  animal  as  being  a  "Reptile  with  the 
ambition  for  work  of  a  buck  private  and  hav- 
ing the  disposition  of  a  First  Sergeant." 

After  a  few  weeks  of  patient  toil,  a  well 
organized  wagon-train  had  developed  and  the 
company  began  real  business.  It  would  be 
useless  to  enumerate  the  various  items  of 
equipment  and  supplies  that  were  drawn  and 
issued  to  maintain  the  regiment  and  to  prepare 
it  for  Overseas  Service,  but  try  to  imagine 
what  might  be  seen  in  a  blacksmith  shop,  sad- 


>■ ;!. 


dlery,  shoe  shop,  stationery  store,  butcher 
shop,  grocery  store,  music  establishment,  coal 
and  wood  yard,  clothing  firm,  feed  store  and 
everything  a  ten-cent  store  or  second-hand  pal- 
ace crowds  on  its  counters,  then  you  have 
some  idea  of  what  passes  thru  the  hands  of  a 
Supply  Officer  and  his  staff. 

Getting  and  issuing  equipnjent  and  materiel 
is  only  a  part  of  the  work,  the  most  important 
and  nerve-wrecking  end  of  the  game  is  the  ac- 
counting for  government  property.  Many  a 
night  was  spent  on  paper-work  and  not  only 
nights,  but  Sundays  and  holidays  found  the 
office  staff  laboring  at  their  desks  while  the 
mules  and  drivers  w^ere  assisting  the  Engineers 
at  road-building,  consequently  the  coveted 
Detroit  and  Battle  Creek  passes  were  not  as 
numerous  as  the  demand  warranted,  but  the 
company  toiled  on  uncomplainingly. 

Spring  came  and  passed,  and  the  same  rou- 
tine garrison  duties  were  performed,  but  with 
the  coming  of  Summer,  old  Dame  Rumor  was 
busy  spreading  reports  concerning  an  early  de- 
parture for  European  service  and  soon  after 
rumors  became  facts.  After  ten  months  of 
Camp  Custer  service,  the  news  was  received 
w^ith  much  enthusiasm  and  nobody  failed  to 
work  at  top  speed  in  order  to  be  ready  to 
leave  when  the  order  arrived. 

Enough  lumber,  strap-iron,  nails  and  paint 
w^as  draw^n  to  almost  start  a  new  camp  and 
within  a  short  time  each  organization  had 
built  a  stack  of  neatly  made  and  stenciled 
boxes  and  crates  which  w^hen  packed  filled  five 
real  U.  S.  box  cars. 

The  trip  across  the  sea  on  the  Maunganui 
was  uneventful  and  not  the  least  bit  exciting. 
The  daring  submarine  failed  to  make  an  ap- 
pearance, not  even  to  amuse  the  boys  who 
joined  the  army  to  see  the  world  and  all  it 
contained. 

After  eleven  days  of  seafaring  the  coasts  of 
Ireland  and  Scotland  were  sighted  and  before 
many  hours  had  passed  all  troops  debarked  at 
Liverpool.  The  stop  at  this  city  was  indeed  a 
short  one,  as  transportation  was  awaiting  to 
move  the  regiment  across  the  country  to  South- 
ampton, where  the  329th  encountered  its  first 
experience  with  a  rest  camp.  Why  such 
places  were  designated  as  "REST  CAMPS"  is 
a  puzzle  that  will  never  be  solved,   yet  there 


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was  one  thing  comforting  and  that  was  the 
fact  that  the  floors  of  the  barracks  were  of 
SOFT  wood  which  helped  considerably  to  rest 
weary  limbs. 

The  next  day  the  company  sailed  across  the 
English  Channel  to  France  and  landed  at  Le 
Havre  where  another  rest  camp  was  found. 
After  a  night  of  rest,  orders  arrived  directing 
the  first  move  over  the  famous  40  Hommes  et 
8  Chevaux  route.     When  32  men  occupied  one 


Capt.   Qlenn  E.  PliilUps 

of  these  renowned  French  Pullmans,  it  was 
more  or  less  a  novelty  to  make  an  effort  to  get 
a  sleep,  there  were  entirely  too  many  feet  in 
the  car  and  but  for  that  fact,  the  trick  might 
have  beeen  accomplished  with  a  few  previous 
drills  by  the  numbers.  It  seemed  quite  evi- 
dent that  the  originator  of  the  plan  had  some 
idea  of  creating  a  four-in-one  combination, 
sleeping,  dining,  parlor  and  horse  car  and 
for  some  unknown  reason,  perhaps  German 
propaganda,   the  vehicle  passed  censorship. 

The  journey  ended  at  a  little  French  town 
called  Messac,  where  the  company  spent  about 
ten  days  hauling  rations  to  the  other  organiza- 
tions and  ten  nights  sampling  the  various 
brands  of  wet  goods. 

After  these  few  days  of  leisure  and  a  long 
hike  with  full  packs.  Camp  Coetquidan  was 
reached  and  here  the  Company  resumed  the 
duties  it  had  dropped  at  Camp  Custer. 

Equipment  was  drawn  according  to  the 
latest  Manuals  for  Service  in  Europe.  The 
faithful  mule  was  a  thing  of  the  past.  Horses 
replaced  them  much  to  the  regret  of  the 
wagoners,  and  the  fine  army  escort  wagons 
gave  way  to  what  was  known  as  British  service 
wagons,  which  were  a  poor  substitute  for  the 
excellent  train  that  was  left  under  the  sheds  in 
Michigan,  thousands  of  miles  away.  Before 
departing  for  the  front,  however,  the  wagoners 
assembled  another  train  of  American  escorts 
which  made  traveling  a  good  bit  easier. 

With  rations  for  a  five-day  period,  and  all 
combat  equipment,  the  company  left  Coet- 
quidan for  the  front  on  October  26,  1918. 
Railroad  tremsportation  ended  at  Domgermain, 
where  the  regiment  assembled  for  the  march 


into  the  advance  section.  The  column,  com- 
posed of  supply  train,  rolling  kitchens,  ra- 
tion cars,  w^ater  carts,  caissons,  pieces  and 
limbers,  together  with  long  lines  of  troops 
wearing  steel  helmets  and  gas  masks,  was  an 
impressive  sight  and  made  a  fellow  feel  proud 
to  be  serving  under  Old  Glory. 

The  period  at  the  front  was  long  enough  to 
give  the  Supply  Staff  a  few  sleepless  nights 
wondering  how  to  get  the  necessary  rations 
and  supplies  from  the  base  sections  for  the 
troops  in  the  pits.  With  the  exception  of  a  few 
shells  during  the  nights,  Fritz  in  no  way 
harassed  the  Supply  Company,  nevertheless,  it 
was  a  big  relief  when  news  of  the  signing  of  the 
armistice  arrived.  It  meant  that  difficulties  in 
obtaining  food  and  equipment  were  over  and 
with  no  regret  the  village  of  Bouillionville  was 
evacuated  two  days  later  and  the  never-to-be- 
forgotten  hike  to  Pont-a-Mousson  com- 
menced. 

Over  the  shell-torn  roads  thru  No-Mans- 
Land,  up  hill  and  down  hill  the  boys  who 
joined  the  artillery  to  ride,  hiked  on,  with 
heavy  packs  loaded  down  with  souvenirs,  and 
on  November  15  th  settled  at  Pont-a-Mousson, 
a  tow^n  that  had  been  a  target  for  German 
artillery  and  aerial  bombs,  rendering  a  once 
thriving  town  a  mass  of  ruins. 

From  this  time,  the  big  question  was — When 
do  we  go  home? — and  scarcely  a  day  passed 
without  some  rumor  about  leaving  for  Amer- 
ica. 

Life  in  this  town  was  at  its  best  monoto- 
nous. The  place  was  deserted  and  the  boys 
awaited  patiently  for  the  wrecks,  that  were  at 


Iiient.   Clifton   !■.   Barjmm 

one  time  lively  cafes,  to  resume  business  and 
as  a  matter  of  fact,  this  was  the  first  line  of 
business  to  be  established,  which  helped  much 
to  make  life  worth  living  and  likewise  afforded 
a  means  for  disposing  of  accumulated  francs. 
As  a  joy-killer  rumors  with  some  foundation 
were  spread  to  the  effect  that  the  outfit  was  to 
be  sent  into  Germany  as  part  of  the  Army  of 
Occupation.  To  strengthen  these  rumors  and 
to  damper  home-going  hopes,  truck  loads  of 
equipment  were  drawn  from  Toul.  However 
all  noises  about  troop  movements  seemed  to 
sift  down  to  mere  bubbles  which  finally  burst. 


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leaving  the  disappointed  or  sometimes  heart- 
ened boys  to  wonder  what  the  next  one 
would  be. 

It  was  in  the  early  days  of  February  that  the 
order  to  make  ready  for  moving  to  the  coast 
arrived.  This  news  was  received  with  more 
enthusiasm  than  the  signing  of  the  armistice 
and  with  exceptional  speed  the  equipment 
was    disposed    of   at   Salvage    Dumps    and    the 


— Taken   at   Camp   Mills 


various  depots  and  within  a  few^  days  all  were 
ready  to  board  the  French  sleeping  cars  for 
the  journey  into  the  Le  Mans  Embarkation 
Area. 

The  trip  required  a  period  of  three  days 
and  nights,  but  nobody  complained.  Home 
was  in  sight  and  nothing  was  too  hard  to  go 
thru  to  reach  that  destination.  Even  the  much 
despised  bully-beef  was  relished  on  that  trip. 


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—  159  — 


At  a  small  town  called  St.  Calais,  the  com- 
pany was  billeted  for  about  three  weeks.  it 
■was  a  big  relief  to  be  settled  in  a  place  that 
was  surrounded  by  pretty  green  farms  and  void 
of  the  damaging  effect  of  shell  fire.  There 
were  restaurants  here,  also  cafes  and  regular 
stores  all  of  which  benefited  greatly  by  the 
sojourn  of  the  company,  the  members  of  which 
found  it  a  novelty  to  test  all  the  various  brands 
of  spirits  and  to  buy  as  many  souvenirs  as  their 
packs  would  hold. 

Personal  equipment  which  was  much  in  de- 
mand at  this  time,  was  drawn  at  Le  Mans,  a 
distance  of  about  twenty-five  miles.      The  trip 


Iiieut.  Alexander  S.  TUange 

to  the  warehouses  and  back  to  St.  Calais  was 
an  all-day  grind  for  the  motor  trucks  and  de- 
tails unless  something  went  wrong  with  the  en- 
gine or  the  road  was  lost,  making  it  necessary 
for  the  crew  to  camp  in  some  French  barn  over 
chickens,  pigs,  cows  and  horses,  awaiting  day- 
break for  help  to  arrive. 

The  next  stop  was  at  Camp  D'Auvours, 
which  had  been  at  one  time  a  Belgian  artillery 
training  camp.  This  place  afforded  an  op- 
portunity to  replace  all  shortages  in  personal 
equipment  and  after  the  customary  inspec- 
tions the  company  again  resumed  its  advance 
on  Brest,  the  much-talked-of  Port  of  Embark- 
ation. Living  conditions  in  Camp  Pontanezen 
were  as  good  as  any  the  outfit  encountered 
during  its  wandering  over  the  so-called  Sunny 
France.  It  is  true,  rain  fell  regularly  almost 
every  day  and  there  was  mud,  but  since  the 
rain  could  hardly  be  prevented,  mud  was  to  be 
expected.  There  were  sidewalks  and  duck- 
boards  and  no  particular  hardships  resulting 
from  the  mud  were  felt. 

Considering  the  number  of  men  to  be  fed 
and  conditions  in  general,  the  meals  served 
were  good.  There  ■was  plenty  of  food  and 
while  at  times  it  was  somewhat  slummy,  there 
was  no  reason  why  anyone  should  have  gone 
hungry. 

One  thing,  however,  that  w^as  given  little  or 
no  publicity,  and  which  seemed  always  to 
escape  the  notice  of  the  numerous  investiga- 


tors, was  the  amount  of  fatigue  work  forced 
upon  the  men  awaiting  embarkation.  Every 
man  was  willing  to  do  something  to  help  pass 
the  time,  but  it  was  hard  for  him  to  understand 
why  he  should  be  called  upon  to  w^ork  in  a 
stone  quarry  on  a  Sunday  in  the  rain,  or  during 
the  night  hours  on  any  occasion. 

If  the  German  prisoners  and  labor  battal- 
ions were  allowed  the  day  of  rest,  it  does  not 
seem  possible  that  the  work  was  so  necessary 
that  men  of  good  standing  should  be  called 
upon  to  split  a  rock  on  a  Sunday.  This  unnec- 
essary fatigue  ■work  was  the  only  condition  at 
Brest  that  brought  forth  complaints  from  the 
men  of  this  company.  Even  then  they  had  no 
come-back.  To  protest  would  perhaps  have 
meant  a  longer  stay  at  the  port. 

After  a  two-week  stay  at  Pontanezen,  the 
mighty  Leviathan  steamed  into  the  port  and 
orders  were  issued  to  the  Supply  Company  to 
embark  the  next  morning.  It  worked  wonders 
with  the  spirits  of  the  men.  Home,  without  a 
doubt,  was  now  vs^ithin  grasp  and  the  company 
ceased  to  be  a  source  of  supply  for  the  regi- 
ment.    Why  shouldn't  they  have  been  happy? 

Ordnance  DetacHment 

One  of  the  least  heard  of,  and  one  of  the 
most  necessary  departments  of  the  regiment  is 
the  detachment  of  enlisted  men  who  draw, 
issue,  account,  repair,  and  otherwise  maintain 
the  Ordnance  equipment  of  the  regiment. 

In  order  to  get  men  for  this  special  work, 
they  picked  men  from  the  batteries  of  the  regi- 
ment w^hose  former  occupation  best  suited 
them  for  the  job,  and  sent  them  to  the  Divi- 
sion Ordnance  School  at  Camp  Custer.  On 
completion  of  the  course,  the  men  were  trans- 
ferred   to    the    Ordnance    Detachment,     329th 

F.  A. 

Out  of  the  little  detachment  of  two  non- 
commissioned officers  and  two  privates,  it  has 
grown   until    before   we    left    Camp    Custer   it 


Uncle:  The  French  have  gained  400  meters 
from  the  enemy." 

Auntie:  "How  splendid!  That  should  help  to 
put  a  stop  to  those  dreadful  gas  attacks." 


boasted  of  twelve  men:  One  Ordnance  Ser- 
geant, one  Sergeant  of  Ordnance,  two  Cor- 
porals, three  privates,  first  class,  five  privates. 
Private  McNulty  having  been  promoted  to  the 
rank  of  corporal  during  the  growth  of  the 
outfit.  The  other  corporal,  Henry  J.  Sievers, 
a  new  man  in  the  outfit,  claiming  his  date  of 
enlistment  as  September  27th,  1 9 1  7,  (that 
fateful  month)  being  attached  to  Battery  A. 
He  was  transferred  to  the  Ordnance  Detach- 
ment on  March  26th,  and  was  sent  to  Rock 
Island  Arsenal  along  with  three  privates,  Alan 
F.    Danzer,    Vern    D.    Cherry,     and    Thomas 


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Flaherty,  for  instruction  in  Ordnance  repair 
work,  the  course  lasting  28  days.  Henry  was 
promoted  to  the  rank  of  corporal,  making  the 
roster  of  the  detachment  look  something  like 
this: 

George  P.  O'Brien,  Ordnance  Sergeant 

Norman    C.    Sharkey,    Sergeant    of    Ordnance 

William  J.  McNulty,  Corporal 

Henry  J.  Sievers,  Corporal 

Vern  D.  Cherry,  Private,  first  class 

Alan  F.  Danzer,  Private,  first  class 

Thomas  Flaherty,  Private,  first  class 

Charles  A.  Anderson,  Private 

Ollie  E.  Campbell,  Private 

Bernard  J.  Darr,  Private 

Harry  Gardner,  Private 

Henry  Kar,  Private 

Everything  was  going  along  fine,  and  not 
casting  any  reflections  on  the  efficiency  of  the 
family.  It  might  be  said  that  during  the  train- 
ing at  Camp  Custer,  before  the  first  real  field 
pieces  arrived,  the  greater  part  of  the  Ord- 
nance devised  and  procured  places  to  spend 
the  time  between  reveille  and  retreat  (ex- 
cept mess  time)  in  quiet  and  undisturbed  slum- 
ber, quite  unknown  to  the  daily  inspectors, 
who  found  great  delight  in  seeing  and  being 
sure  that  no  one  was  "stalling  on  them."  It 
may  also  be  said  that  the  sleep  they  lost  at  the 
front  was  simply  a  draft  on  the  reserve  they 
had  acquired  in  the  camp  back  in  the  good  old 
U.  S.  A.  How^ever,  that  cannot  be  altogether 
relied  upon,  as  Corporal  McNulty  claimed  that 
he  must  have  more  hours  of  sleep  than  the 
ordinary  man  because  he  slept  more  slowly, 
and  therefore  required  more  hours  of  slumber. 

But  it  was  not  all  sleep  for  the  boys  in  the 
Ordnance,  and  many  a  meal  found  them  ab- 
sent from  the  festive  board,  and  at  the  ware- 
house No.  1313  issuing  equipment  to  the  men 
who  were  always  arriving  and  leaving  when 
Custer  was  a  replacement  depot.  But  now 
comes  the  tragedy.  Someone  in  Washington 
must  have  had  a  grudge  against  the  329th,  so 
ordered  four  3-inch  guns  (in  name  only) 
shipped  to  us.  They  were  the  most  dilapi- 
dated pieces  of  destruction  ever  devised  by 
man.  It  was  up  to  the  ordnance  to  fix  them 
up.  Many  a  weary  day  was  spent  in  repairing 
and  cleaning  them  up  to  make  them  look  like 
something.  Then  the  batteries  began  using 
them  for  drilling  purposes.  You  can't  imagine 
what  a  bunch  of  green  hands  can  do  to  a  gun, 
unless  you  are  on  the  repair  end.  Finally  they 
get  used  to  the  old  things  and  got  up  nerve 
enough  to  suggest  target  practice.  More 
work — the  ordnance  had  to  handle  all  the  am- 
munition. Well, they  took  the  guns  into  a  field, 
well  behind  a  hill  so  that  in  case  the  guns  did 
blow  up  they  would  not  destroy  the  Officers' 
Quarters  or  Officers'  Mess.  Always  an  ord- 
nance man  going  to  take  care  of  the  "duds" 
and  to  repair  the  faulty  pieces.  It  was  at  tar- 
get practice  that  the  boys  of  this  regiment  got 
all  their  muscle — the  guns  would  never  return 


to  battery,  so  the  whole  gun  crew  would  get 
on  it  and  push. 

Then  came  the  harness.  (Oh,  sure,  the  ord- 
nance men  handled  that,  too.)  It  was  worse 
than  the  guns.  It  looked  as  if  it  had  been  used 
in  the  Battle  of  Bunker  Hill. 

Did  they  use  artillery  in  that  battle?  Well, 
if  it  wasn't  there,  it  should  have  been. 

But  at  last  came  the  new  harness!  It  was  a 
joy  to  behold  because,  you  see,  we  weren't 
used  to  handling  new  stuff.     They  didn't  have 


Supply    Company    Billetts — Pont-a-Mousson 

to  threaten  the  supply  sergeants  to  take  this 
stuff,  they  just  grabbed  it  as  if  it  were  a  dream. 

Then  came  the  new  British  "75s" — more 
work  for  the  Ordnance  to  put  them  in  condi- 
tion. But  we  were  glad  to  do  it,  because  we 
knew  we  would  not  have  to  baby  them  along 
to  keep  them  in  good  humor  so  the  batteries 
could  enjoy  shooting  them. 

Do  you  know  anything  of  army  paper 
work?  There  is  where  the  Sergeant  of  Ord- 
nance's work  comes  in.  It  is  the  most  intricate 
system  ever  devised  for  keeping  one  awake 
at  nights,  having  to  account  for  every  nut, 
screw  or  pin  ever  received.  In  order  to  carry 
all  the  property  on  hand  in  the  regiment  at  one 
time  it  takes  a  large  set  of  books  which  has  to 
be  absolutely  correct,  because  the  Ordnance 
Department  is  the  strictest  when  it  comes  to  ac- 
countability. It  is  the  Ordnance  Sergeant's  job 
to  see  that  everything  runs  right,  from  paper 
work  to  drawing,  issuing  and  repairing  ma- 
teriel. 

But   the  big   time   came   when   we  were   to 


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leave  Custer  to  travel  abroad  for  a  visit  with 
the  French.  Had  to  turn  in  all  our  guns, 
caissons,  limbers,  old  harness,  etc.  They  were 
shipped  to  Camp  Taylor,  an  officers'  training 
school.  We  think  they  shipped  them  there  to 
teach  the  officers  to  control  their  tempers. 

At  Camp  Mills  where  everyone  is  supposed 
to  rest  and  get  equipped,  the  Ordance  men 
again  had  to  work  overtime  drawing  equip- 
ment. As  it  was  not  issued  to  the  batteries,  it 
was  up  to  the  ordnance  men  to  pack  it  and  do 
the  marking  necessary  for  overseas  shipping. 

The  next  time  we  see  ordnance  is  in  the  little 
village  of  Messac,  a  quaint  little  old  town,  full 
of  hard  cider  and  wine.  There  they  again 
made  themselves  useful,  helping  to  dispose  of 


At  Lagney  the  detachment  split,  the  Ordnance 
Sergeant  w^ith  five  men  going  with  regimental 
headquarters  and  first  battalion  and  the  Ser- 
geant of  Ordnance  with  four  men  going  with 
the  second  battalion. 

Then  came  the  monotonous  work  of  supply- 
ing grease,  oils,  ammunition,  replacement  of 
defective  equipment  and  damaged  property. 
The  ammunition  was  handled  by  the  muni- 
tions officer.  Second  Lieutenant  Ward  L.  Strat- 
ton.  The  scheme  of  handling  the  ammunition 
was  simple  and  effective.  Every  battery  was 
supposed  to  have  a  day  and  a  half's  supply  of 
ammunition  on  hand.  Every  day  at  3:00 
o'clock  (in  France,  fifteen  heuers)  the  bat- 
teries would  make  a  report  showing  the  amount 


Hell  I    I  hate  to  think  of  mornin'  as  I  lay  here  in  the  dark, 

1   hate  to  think  of  risin*   to  a  mongrel  whistle's  bark — 

Just  another  round  of  drillin',  doin'  things  that  ain't  no  use, 

Left    foot,    right  foot,    left   foot,    givin'    my   poor   corns   abuse. 

1   can   feel  'em   now  a-spreadin'   as  my  legs  grows  stiff   an'    numb, 

Stickin'    in   their  inner   corners  till   you'd    holler   if  you're    dumb. 

Just  another  round  of  drillin'   an'   a  lot  of  other  junk, 

Learnin'  heaps  of  stupid  piffle  when  1  might  be  in  my  bunk 

In  the  good  told  town  behind  me  where  the  beer's  on   tap   all  night, 

.An'    a   guy  -what's  got  a  bank   roll   stands  some   chance    of    gettin'   tight. 

Home!    Ain't  that  a  word  with  meanin'?      How  1  wish — but  here  I  am — 

In  a  minit  I'll  be  dreamin',  1  can  feel  sleep  comin' — DAMN! 

H.    L.    Jackson. 


the  rations  and  supply  their  share  to  the  fatigue 
details. 

The  long,  long  trail  to  Coetquidan  was  an 
unceremonious  affair,  the  Ordnance  hiking 
alongside  of  their  warrior  brothers,  but  when 
they  hit  Camp  Coetquidan  and  Vinegar  Hill, 
their  rear  work  began.  They  had  a  horror  of 
being  quartered  in  the  same  stable,  it  is  told, 
that  Napoleon  had  his  horses  in  during  this 
great  war. 

They  surely  believed  it  because  the  boards 
that  Napoleon's  horse  kicked  out  were  still  out 
and  the  rats  were  above  the  ordinary  in  size 
and  nerve.  Half  of  the  Custer  freight  did  not 
arrive  so  they  had  to  be  re-equipped,  also  had 
to  take  some  American  equipment  away  and 
substitute  French. 

Then  came  the  departure  to  the  front.  Again 
they  moved  with  the  Supply  Cook,  and  it  was 
a  proud  outfit  that  boasted  of  the  Ordnance 
Detachment  being  a  guest.  All  was  well  until 
a  little  town  called  Domgermain  was  sighted. 
There  the  regiment  stopped  to  square  them- 
selves with  the  records.  They  closed  their 
eyes  and  turned  in  everything  they  could  lay 
their  hands  on — all  that  the  faithful  little 
ordnance  had  worked  so  hard  to  supply  them 
with  in  their  training.  Again  they  moved 
and  each  move  saw  them  nearer  the  final  test. 


of  ammunition  on  hand  and  the  kind.  The 
munition  officer  would  consolidate  the  report 
and  make  a  report  showing  shortage  which 
was  taken  to  the  division  ordnance  officer  who, 
after  approving,  caused  it  to  be  sent  to  the 
ammunition  dump,  where  the  batteries  would 
draw  "ammo"  that  night.  Many  a  good  story 
could  be  told  about  the  batteries  drawing  am- 
munition and  taking  it  up  to  the  guns  under 
fire,  but  we  will  leave  that  for  the  batteries 
to  tell. 

After  the  armistice  was  signed  ordnance 
moved  to  Pont-a-Mousson  with  the  regiment, 
where  a  good  part  of  the  ordnance  equipment 
was  taken  away.  That  necessitated  the  equip- 
ping of  the  regiment  anew,  for  it  was  thought 
we  would  go  with  the  Army  of  Occupation, 
but  on  receiving  orders  to  get  ready  for  home 
the  batteries  had  to  turn  in  their  own  equip- 
ment, thereby  relieving  the  ordnance  of  a 
good,  big  job. 

With  most  of  the  work  over  the  boys  are 
awaiting  anxiously  for  their  trip  across  the 
deep  blue,  vowing  that  if  there  was  ever  an- 
other war  it  would  not  be  ordnance  work  for 
them  if  they  could  help  it  but,  of  course,  every- 
one says  that  about  their  line  of  work  and  if 
Uncle  Sam  again  called  you  would  see  the 
same  ones  running  for  ordnance  work. 


162  — 


Ordnance  Equipment 


The  army  of  the  United  States  was  the  best 
equipped  army  that  fought  in  the  war.  The 
gigantic  task  of  handling  the  equipment  fell 
largely  to  the  ordnance  department.  Each 
unit  from  a  regiment  up  has  a  separate  ord- 
nance detachment  which  looks  after  the  ord- 
nance issue. 

Frequent  changes  in  ordnance  are  necessary 
owing  to  variation  in  mode  of  operation,  but 
to  gain  an  approximate  idea  of  the  expenditure 
necessary  to  equip  a  regiment  the  standard 
issues  only  need  be  considered.  The  fluctua- 
tion of  prices  precludes  any  possibility  of  cer- 
tified costs  for  all  times  but  a  price  list  taken 
at  random,  which  appears  to  be  about  the 
average  in  most  respects,  quotes  the  personal 
equipment  for  one  man  at  about  $28.00.  This 
includes  in  the  greater  part  such  articles  as 
pistol,  steel  helmet,  mess  kit,  canteens,  pack 
carriers  and  first  aid  packets.  To  equip  a  regi- 
ment at  full  strength  of  about  fifteen  hundred 
men   would   cost   $42,000. 

The  light  Field  Artillery  regiment  is  issued 
294  single  mounts.  Equipment  for  these  ani- 
mals, including  such  as  saddles,  saddle  blank- 
ets, bridle,  spurs,  halter  and  stable  blanket,  is 
quoted  at  $78.80  a  piece,  totaling  $23,167.20 
for  the  regiment.  For  the  draft  horses,  num- 
bering 4  1 4,  the  harness  and  stable  equipment 
for  each  pair  cost  $241.84,  making  a  total  cost 
of  $50,060. 

The  necessary  fire  control  instruments, 
equipped   with   the   finest   grade   of  lenses   and 


requiring  expert  workmanship  in  construction, 
represent  a  big  factor  in  expenditure  for  equip- 
ment. For  operation  at  a  battery  command- 
er's station  a  sissor  telescope,  an  aiming  circle 
or  goniometer  and  other  smaller  instruments 
are  used,  which  list  at  about  $1,1  00.  Six  such 
stations  with  two  additional  battalion  stations 
and  one  regimental  station  (the  latter  equipped 
with  a  range  finder)  total  a  cost  of  $10,700. 

The  greatest  item  of  expense  in  outfitting  a 
regiment  of  75's  for  action  is  the  guns  wth 
their  limbers  and  caissons.  The  French  75 
mm.  which  was  used  by  our  regiment  was 
adopted  for  the  emergency  on  account  of  its 
superiority  in  many  respects.  The  advantages 
it  held  were  largely  due  to  the  exacting  meth- 
ods in  its  manufacture,  which  added  greatly 
to  its  cost,  a  section  being  quoted  at  $1  1,900. 
Each  of  the  six  batteries  has  four  sections  and 
four  guns,  making  a  total  in  cost  of  $285,600. 

The  cost  of  other  rolling  property  such  as 
wagons,  kitchens  and  reel  carts  is  conserva- 
tively placed  at  $23,500.  Carpenter's  tools, 
blacksmith,  wagoner  and  shoemaker's  equip- 
ment figure  about  $1,045. 

It  must  be  remembered  that  by  adding  the 
cost  of  all  these  articles  that  only  the  cost  of 
one,  and  the  original,  issue  is  known.  The 
number  of  replacements  necessary  depends  on 
the  sort  of  work  the  organization  is  doing.  In 
a  strenuous  campaign  a  complete  re-issue  might 
be  necessary  in  two  weeks,  while  in  garrison 
perhaps  not  until  the  ordnance  styles  changed. 


—  163 


MEDICAL 

DETACHMENT 


Shortly  after  the  United  States  declared  war 
against  the  militarism  of  the  German  govern- 
ment, medical  training  camps  were  established 
at  some  of  the  permanent  army  posts  scat- 
tered throughout  the  United  States.  One  of 
these  camps  was  located  at  Fort  Benjamin 
Harrison,  Indiana  (being  a  short  distance  from 
Indianapolis,  the  state  capital).  Doctors  of 
the  Medical  Reserve  Corps  of  almost  every 
state  within  a  radius  of  750  miles  were  as- 
sembled here,  together  with  several  thousand 
men  of  the  Medical  Corps,  Regular  Army, 
from  the  various  recruiting  depots  such  as  Jef- 
ferson Barracks,  Mo.,  Columbus  Barracks,  O., 
and  Ft.  Thomas,  Ky.  It  was  here  that  the  de- 
tachment, Medical  Department,  No.  12,  Ar- 
tillery section,  was  organized  per  telegraphic 
orders  from  the  War  Department,  dated  Au- 
gust 23,  1917,  which  also  directed  us  to  pro- 
ceed to  Camp  Custer,  Michigan,  located  near 
Battle  Creek.  The  detachment  at  this  time 
numbered  three  Medical  officers  and  twelve 
Medical  Corps  men,  being  Captain  James  J. 
Haviland,  First  Lieutenant  William  A.  Cope- 
land  and  First  Lieutenant  Forrest  Reese,  Ser- 
geant M.  F.  Wetzel,  Corporal  C.  W.  Adkis- 
son.  Privates  G.  Baker,  P.  Catalano,  E.  L. 
Flower,  H.  G.  Hart,  M.  T.  Kryah,  D.  V.  Mc 
Cully,  L.  Merique,  F.  L.  Scott,  F.  Shockley  and 
Private  John  Karazin  w^ho  was  left  sick  in  the 
post  hospital. 

We  left  Fort  Benjamin  Harrison,  Ind.,  in  the 
early  morning  of  August  27,  1917,  and  ar- 
rived at  our  new  location  in  the  evening  of  the 
same  day.  Camp  Custer  was  located  on  and 
among  the  sand  hills  which  border  the  Kala- 
mazoo River,  so  naturally  our  first  impression 
on  getting  off  the  train  was  the  depth  of  the 
sand  and  the  enormous  mounds  of  it.  From 
the  train  we  marched  with  full  pack  along  a 
road  w^hich  was  merely  a  path  through  a  corn 
field,  up  a  giant  hill  which  only  served  to  in- 
crease our  respect  for  the  dimensionous  Michi- 
gan sand  mounds  both  in  height  and  depth, 
to  our  first  view  of  Camp  Custer. 

The  first  impression  was  that  of  seeing  an 
enormous  lumber  yard,  with  sheds  here  and 
there  in  the  course  of  construction.  There 
were  no  roads,  only  dusty  lanes  between  piles 
of  building  and  waste  material.      To  one  side 


was  a  building  with  many  partitioned  or 
"stalled"  windows  where  we  were  told  the 
workmen  (of  which  there  w^ere  several  thou- 
sand) checked  in  and  out  each  day  and  re- 
ceived their  wages.  The  most  peculiar  thing 
was  the  army  post  with  the  absence  of  sol- 
diers.     Besides  those  who   came  on   the  same 


major  J.  J.  Haviland 

train  with  us  there  were  only  a  few  in  uniform 
here  and  there  (from  a  Michigan  National 
Guard  Infantry  Regiment)  doing  guard  duty. 
Passing  through  all  this  confusion  we  came 
to  a  series  of  skeleton  and  half-constructed 
buildings.  Just  beyond  this  were  a  few  build- 
ings which  the  workmen  had  just  completed. 
In  one  of  these  the  Y.  M.  C.  A.  had  improvised 
a  reading  and  writing  room.  One  nearby  was 
destined  to  be  our  home  for  a  few  days,  which 
we  spent  quietly  doing  nothing. 


—  164- 


On  August  31,  1917,  we  were  informed  that 
the  Detachment  Medical  Department  No.  1 2 
was  attached  to  the  329th  Field  Artillery  for 
duty.  The  329th  Field  Artillery  was  then  a 
myth  as  far  as  fighting  power  was  concerned, 
for  it  was  only  a  '"paper  regiment"  with  no 
combatant  troops.  About  September  4,  1917, 
the  first  of  the  men  called  to  the  colors  through 


Capt.  William  A.  Copeland 

the  selective  service  act  arrived  at  camp.  Dur- 
ing the  next  few^  days  more  followed,  until  the 
first  quota  was  filled.  All  through  our  inten- 
sive training  season  at  Fort  Benjamin  Harrison 
we  were  wondering  what  important  role  we 
were  to  play  in  counter  balance  to  the  long 
hours  we  had  spent  in  study.  We  were  soon 
to  know  and  our  initiation  was  in  the  examina- 
tion barracks.  Each  man  coming  to  camp  must 
be  given  a  thorough  physical  examination. 
This,  together  with  the  medical  attention  of 
the  men  and  the  administration  of  the  famous 
triple  typhoid  vaccine  and  smallpox  vaccina- 
tion, comprised  our  varied  duties. 

At  this  time  we  received  two  new  men,  Ig- 
nace  T.  Becker  and  Thomas  B.  McCune,  both 
from  Detroit.  Soon  after  First  Lieutenant  For- 
rest Reese,  M.  C,  was  relieved  from  duty  and 
directed  to  proceed  to  Camp  Shelby,  Miss. 
On  September  20,  1917,  the  next  quota  of 
selects  began  to  arrive  and  with  them  came 
ten  new  men  for  us:  George  Johnson,  Alex- 
ander Kelley,  Juel  Lundquest,  Edward  Nicklas, 
Arthur  Petey,  Albert  Schuster,  Edgar  H.  Rupp, 
Andy  Telep,  Albert  Toggweiler  and  Lester 
Useted.  While  these  men  were  adapting  them- 
selves to  their  scientific  environment  the  or- 
ganization was  favored  with  the  assignment  of 
two  Dental  officers,  First  Lieutenants  Clarence 
P.  Landgrebe  and  Cornelius  Locke.  The  regi- 
ment to  which  we  were  assigned  having  receiv- 
ed these  quotas  of  men,  we  were  in  need  of 
another  Medical  officer  and  First  Lieutenant 
James  A.  Humphrey  was  assigned  accordingly. 
Later  came  three   other   Medical   Corps  men: 


Anthony  Socol,  John  Skarwat  and  Joseph 
Uberman. 

The  gradual  increase  in  the  number  of  men 
in  camp  as  different  quotas  were  called  and 
accepted  soon  called  for  more  room  and  as 
the  barracks  for  the  Artillery  Brigade  were 
about  completed,  we  left  the  Infantry  section 
and  took  our  place  in  our  own  barracks  where 
we  remained  until  we  left  for  the  port  of  em- 
barkation. As  the  men  became  acclimated 
to  their  work  and  surroundings,  less  sickness 
was  prevalent  in  the  regiment  and  less  men 
were  accordingly  needed  to  carry  on  the  medi- 
cal duties.  For  this  cause  our  organization 
suffered  a  number  of  transfers,  namely:  Pri- 
vates Baker,  McCully,  Merique,  Kryah,  Shock- 
ley,  Kelley,  Lundquest,  Nicklas,  Petey,  Togg- 
weiler, Telep,  Useted,  Socol,  Skarwat  and 
Uberman.  These  transfers  were  marked  by 
the  assignment  of  a  new  Dental  officer.  First 
Lieutenant  Albert  W.  Farley. 

Then  began  the  famous  battle  of  steam 
pipes,  ending,  to  our  joy  (?)  July  16,  1918. 
What  wonderful,  terrible  days!  How  we  hated 
and  cherished  them!  Electric  lights  and  steam 
heat;  water  hot,  cold  or  indifferent.  Show- 
ers, inside,  if  you  please.  Passes  twice  a  week 
with  Wednesday  and  Saturday  afternoons  off 
duty  as  well  as  Sunday.  Commissary  and  can- 
teen near  at  hand.  Real  homelike  feeds  at 
Battle  Creek  with  now  and  then  a  short  leave 
to  skip  home.  How  terrible  the  hardships  of 
those  days  compared  with  the  sunshine  of 
France!      Compared   with    the   all    hours    out- 


Capt.    I^inton    C.    McAfee 

door  "shower"  of  the  A.  E.  F.  and  the  invisible 
candle  gleam  of  the  front.  This  was  the  quiet 
battle  but  one  not  soon  to  be  forgotten. 

Our  time  from  this  period  until  our  depar- 
ture from  the  camp  was  a  mixture  of  our  reg- 
ular medical  duties  such  as  care  of  the  sick, 
sanitary  inspections,  physical  examinations, 
etc.,  together  with  various  periods  of  intensive 


—  165  — 


Medical  Oetacliiuent — Taken  at  Camp  Mills 


school  studies.  These  included  hygiene,  sani- 
tation, first  aid,  anatomy,  physiology,  phar- 
macy, therapeutics  and  dietetics.  When  the 
weather  permitted  these  classes  were  inter- 
spersed with  outdoor  instructions  such  as  foot 
drill,  litter  drill  and  field  maneuvers. 

Just  before  Christmas,  1917,  the  organiza- 
tion received  a  valuable  addition  in  the  person 
of  Alfred  H.  Lov^fther  who  ^vas  a  graduate 
dentist.  At  this  time  orders  from  division 
headquarters  to  the  effect  that  all  men  possible 
would  be  given  a  few  days  of  the  holidays  at 
home  was  hailed  with  joy.  Most  of  the  men 
of  the  Medical  Detachment  enjoyed  the  con- 
tent of  this  order  but  a  few  were  not  so  for- 
tunate, having  homes  at  such  a  distance  that 
the  time  allowed  was  not  sufficient.  Christ- 
mas and  New^  Years  passed  and  the  usual  rou- 
tine was  again  in  progress  but  there 
was  lingering  in  the  minds  of  all  a 
pleasant  memory  of  our  Christmas 
dinner  (for  we  had  a  real  feed  in 
camp,  too)  intermingled  with  the 
novelty  of  abundant  presents,  to- 
gether with  candy  (and  toothaches) 
furnished  by  the  Red  Cross  and 
other  patriotic  societies. 

The  first  two  months  of  the  New  Year  saw 
quite  a  few  changes  in  our  detachment.  The 
first  was  the  promotion  of  Captain  James  J. 
Haviland  to  Major.  Then  First  Lieutenant 
Albert  W.  Farley,  Dental  Corps,  was  trans- 
ferred. Following  this  Lance  Corporal  Finley 
L.  Scott  was  promoted  to  Sergeant,  Medical 
Department  and  Corporal  Charles  W.  Adkis- 
son  was  sent  to  the  general  hospital.  Fort  Bay- 
ard, N.  Mex.  Next,  First  Lieutenant  Clarence 
P.  Landgrebe  and  First  Lieutenant  Cornelius 
Locke  were  promoted  to  Captain,  D.  C,  and 
Captain  Locke  immediately  transferred  to  the 
Canal  Zone.  At  the  same  time  Sergeant  Mil- 
ton F.  Wetzel  was  promoted  to  Sergeant,  First 
Class,   Medical  Department. 


The  next  three  months  were  spent  mostly 
in  school.  Besides  our  regular  detachment 
school,  composed  of  subjects  involving  our 
medical  duties,  w^e  had  gas  school,  packers' 
school,  physical  training  school  and  officers' 
school.  School  days  did  not  seem  half  as  bad 
as  they  sounded,  especially  when  the  snow  was 
several  feet  deep  and  the  mercury  cramped 
itself  around  zero.  As  it  gradually  grew 
warmer  with  the  coming  of  spring,  outdoor 
activities  seemed  to  predominate  and  we  once 
more  heard  the  shouted  commands  of  litters 
left,  right  by  four,  on  right  into  line,  fall  in 
with  shovel  and  rake,  etc.,  together  w^ith  ath- 
letic games  and  contests  to  liven  the  scene. 
Mounted  reviews  also  seemed  to  gain  favor 
and  accordingly  mounted  drill  was  given  both 
as  work  and  for  pleasure.  But  the  pleasure 
was  not  grooming. 

May  opened  w^ith  the  promotion 
of  First  Lieutenant  William  A.  Cope- 
land  to  Captain  and  ended  with  the 
assignment  of  Private  Sam  H. 
Voight,  a  pharmacist,  to  our  detach- 
ment. June  was  much  more  excit- 
ing and  witnessed  a  preparation  for 
overseas  travel  both  by  materiel  and 
personnel  additions.  During  the  first  ten 
days,  we  received  the  addition  of  Privates 
Lewis  Ives,  Lewis  Hoover,  George  R.  Loree, 
William  Pockley  and  Sergeant  Clarence  E. 
Netting.  Following  this  Lewis  Ives  was 
transferred  and  Private  Esmond  G.  Kilbourn, 
a  pharmacist,  was  assigned  in  his  place.  Al- 
fred H.  Lowther  was  at  this  time  commissioned 
First  Lieutenant  in  the  Dental  Corps  and  or- 
dered to  report  to  the  Commanding  General, 
Port  of  Embarkation,  Hoboken,  N.  J.  To  give 
the  Dental  Department  their  full  quota  of  per- 
sonnel, First  Lieutenants  Clarence  Mingis  and 
Merle  Stark,  together  with  Privates  Elliel,  A. 
Waara  and  Benjamin  Knoppow,  as  assistants, 
were  assigned.  The  last  few  days  of  June 
found  Privates  Lawrence  S.   Hopper,   William 


—  166 


Nicol,  Richard  Roberts,  Joseph  D.  Smith,  Sam- 
uel C.  Thom  and  John  H.  Turner,  all  from 
Detroit,  as  members  of  our  organization. 

July  besides  giving  us  two  more  men.  Pri- 
vates Roy  E.  Matteson  and  William  M.  Taylor, 
gave  us  a  mass  of  combat  equipment,  a  multi- 
tude of  inspections  and  a  memory  of  our  last 
days  at  Custer.  Every  article  of  equipment 
was  checked  and  double  checked,  old  garri- 
son equipage  was  turned  in  and  new  field  fur- 
nishings were  given  instead.  A  complete  quar- 
antine of  the  camp  was  established;  the  papers 
said  measles  but  we  thought  different  and  the 
constant  sound  of  hammer  and  saw  and  the 
steadily  growng  pile  of  boxes  and  crates 
marked  via  N.  Y.,  together  with  the  fastly- 
hlling  sidings  with  empty  passenger  coaches, 
intimated    that   our   guess   was   not   far   wrong. 

July  16,  1918,  found  us  on  our  way.  We 
passed  through  Detroit,  crossed  over,  or  rather 
under,  into  Windsor  and  up  the  Canadian  side 
to  Buffalo  and  thence  to  New  York.  We  then 
crossed  over  the  river  to  Long  Island  by  ferry 
boat  and  late  in  the  evening  of  July  1  7  we 
arrived  at  Camp  Mills.  Camp  Mills  was  a 
city  of  tents.  We  thought  the  sand  storms  at 
Camp  Custer  were  bad  enough,  but  the  dust 
storms  here  were  even  worse.  Then  came  some 
more  inspections.  For  a  v^rhile  it  looked  as  if 
there  was  a  race  between  take  away,  turn  in, 
re-draw  and  re-issue.  Supply  officers  and  sup- 
ply sergeants  seemed  to  revel  in  their  satisfac- 
tion of  big  business.  But  at  last,  with  the  call- 
ing in  of  the  old  favorite  service  hat  and  the 
issue  of  the  newly  regulated  overseas  cap  and 
spiral  putties,  the  equipment  and  supply  situa- 
tion was  again  settled.  Some  fine  looking  regi- 
ment we  had  the  following  morning.  It  usually 
takes  about  three  weeks  to  learn  how  to  wrap 
a  spiral  puttie  and  at  least  one  week  to  mas- 
ter the  intricate  balance  of  the  overseas  cap. 
So  you  can  imagine  how  we  looked  with  only 
one  night's  practice. 

Daily  physical  inspections  of  the  regiment 
were  made  so  the  medics  were  not  without 
work.  The  open  system  of  baths  and  open 
pits  for  waste  w^ater  made  sanitary  inspections 
more  necessary  and  the  constant  abuse,  by 
civilians  and  soldiers,  of  other  outfits  of  course, 
of  the  baths  and  wash  sheds  made  a  medical 
guard  a  necessity.  During  the  last  week  at 
Camp  Mills  passes  to  New  York  of  about  1  2 
hours'  duration  were  given  about  20  per  cent 
of  the  men  each  dav.  Needless  to  say  every- 
body made  use  of  them  and  letters  describing 
the  wonders  of  Broadway,  Fifth  Avenue,  Wall 
Street,  Coney  Island,  etc.,  were  a  source  of 
inspiration  to  those  who  received  as  well  as 
those  who  wrote  them.  But  we  were  all  anxious 
for  the  next  more  and  we  did  not  have  long 
to  wait. 

On  July  30th,  1918,  the  regiment  embarked 
for  overseas  and  sailed  the  following  morning. 
The  ship  was  a  New  Zealand  transport  and 
was  called  the  Maunganui.  Excitement  was 
high  until  we  struck  some  heavy  seas  and  then 


hope  ebbed.  There  was  no  lack  of  food. 
Everybody  seemed  to  be  giving  up  their  lunch, 
but  order  soon  presided  and  the  rest  of  the 
journey  was  spent  in  fine  weather.  Even 
though  it  was  summer  it  was  quite  cool. for  we 
traveled  the  northern  route.  Eleven  days  after 
we  left  Hoboken  we  arrived  at  Liverpool,  via 
the  northern  coast  of  Ireland.  We  disem- 
barked and  the  same  day  took  a  train  for 
Southampton  where  we  arrived  during  the 
night.  English  trains  seemed  small  and  the 
apartment   car   a   joke   compared   to   our   Pull- 


Medical  Detachment  Billets — Font-a-ISousson 

mans  but  they  sure  could  travel.  Near  South- 
ampton was  an  English  rest  camp  where  w^e 
spent  the  night.  The  following  afternoon  we 
left  Southampton  for  Le  Havre  on  the  Har- 
vard, an  American  boat  w^ith  American  crew. 
We  disembarked  at  Le  Havre  the  next  morn- 
ing. Near  Le  Havre  was  another  rest  camp 
and  there  we  hiked  with  full  pack.  We  knew 
it  was  a  large  hill  and  a  long  grind  but  we 
thought  it  vy^as  the  Rocky  Mountains  by  the 
time  we  were  half  way  up.  We  arrived.  It 
would  be  vsrell  to  define  rest  camp  so  as  not  to 
confuse  it  with  vacation.  A  rest  camp  is  a 
bunkless  locality  where  you  march  between  5 
and  10  miles  to  get  two  cups  of  "wash,"  blind 
robin,  cheese  and  war  bread,  sleep  over  night 
on  the  soft  side  of  a  board  and  then  duplicate 
the  hike  the  next  day.  The  next  day  we  hiked 
to  a  railroad  station  and  embarked  a  la  box 
car  for  Messac,  a  small  town  in  France.  This 
was  our  first  attempt  at  this  mode  of  travel. 
167  — 


Like  any  other  habit  we  could  not  relish  the 
peculiar  sensations  at  first  but  after  a  few 
trials  we  all  became  quite  acclimatized  to  them 
and  would  now  much  sooner  ride  than  walk. 
We  remained  at  Messac  about  a  week,  when 
we  started  on  a  hike  of  thirty-two  kilometers 
(which  was  accomplished  in  two  days)  to  Camp 
Coetquidan,  an  artillery  training  camp.  This 
camp  was  said  to  have  been  used  by  Napoleon 
and  certainly  gave  evidence  of  its  antiquity. 
But  hopes  and  prices  soared  everywhere  w^e 
went,  as  each  move  meant  one  step  nearer  to 
active  combat  and  one  less  chance  for  the  mer- 
cantile population.  Camp  Hospital  No.  1  5  w^as 
located  at  this  place  and  a  detail  of  helpers  was 
soon  requisitioned  from  our  organization.  Here 
they  helped  with  all  manner  of  cases  from 
acute  diseases  to  convalescents  from  the  front. 
The  detail  remained  here  until  the  brigade  had 
finished  their  training  and  was  ready  to  pro- 
ceed to  the  front.  With  their  leaving  came  a 
letter  of  thanks  from  the  hospital  officials  stat- 
ing that  "our"  men  were  the  best  that  they 
ever  had  as  helpers  and,  of  course,  we  mod- 
estly admitted  it,  feeling  that  we  were  the  only 
ones  that  he  had  ever  told  this  to.  At  this 
time.  First  Lieutenant  Clarence  Mingis  and 
First  Lieutenant  Merle  Stark,  of  the  Dental 
Corps,  and  Elliel  A.  Waara  and  Benjamin 
Knoppow^,    dental   assistants,    were   transferred 


Capt.  Clarence   Iiandgrelie 

to  the  4th  Depot  Division,  leaving  us  w^ith  one 
Dental  officer  and  assistant,  the  amount  allot- 
ted by  organization  tables.  The  latter  part  of 
October  found  us  leaving  the  ancient  camp  en 
route  for  the  front. 

Our  detachment  was  divided  into  three  parts 
from  this  time  until  the  armistice  was  signed. 
We  detrained  and  went  into  billets  near  Rimau- 
court.  The  headquarters  section  was  located 
at  Orquevaux,  the  first  battalion  at  Manois  and 
the  second  battalion  at  Humberville.  We  re- 
mained here  a  few  days  and  then  proceeded 
to  Domgermain,  near  Toul,  where  an  advance 


ordnance  dump  was  located,  and  turned  in  all 
surplus  equipment.  From  this  place  we  pro- 
ceeded on  foot  to  the  active  front  via  Toul, 
Lagney  and  Essey.  The  night  before  the  bat- 
talions v^rent  into  firing  positions  we  stopped 
in  the  Bois  de  Mort  Mare,  arriving  there  just 
before  midnight.     The  woods  were  dark  and  a 


Iileut.  Hamilton 

light  rain  was  falling  but  invisibility  was  neces- 
sary, so  by  morning  all  animals,  wagons,  guns, 
etc.,  were  well  hidden  beneath  the  trees  or 
covered  with  brush.  The  following  night  the 
regiment  went  into  position.  Regimental  head- 
quarters w^ere  established  at  Bouillionville,  the 
first  battalion  near  Thiaucourt  and  the  second 
battalion  near  Beney,  the  Medical  personnel 
for  the  above-named  units  establishing  sta- 
tions at  the  same  places.  We  remained  in 
these  districts  until  after  the  armistice.  On  the 
1  3th  of  November  we  hiked  to  Pont-a-Mous- 
son  on  the  Moselle  River,  where  we  were  bil- 
leted for  several  months.  Thanksgiving  Day 
gave  us  the  addition  of  Sergeant  Oswald  R. 
Carlander  and  December  7,  1918,  Major 
James  J.  Haviland  was  transferred  to  the 
Casual  Officers'  Depot  at  Blois.  Captain  Wil- 
liam A.  Copeland  was  then  the  commanding 
officer  of  the  Medical  Detachment  and  Cap- 
tain Linton  C.  McAfee  was  assigned  December 
12,  1918,  to  take  his  place  as  Surgeon,  1st 
Battalion,  329th  Field  Artillery.  The  remain- 
der of  our  time  at  Pont-a-Mousson  until  the 
first  week  of  February,  1919,  was  passed  in 
rest  and  training. 

Dental  Department 

In  personnel  the  Dental  Department  was  the 
smallest  individual  unit  in  the  regiment.  The 
number  of  its  members  fluctuated  according  to 
the  demand  and  treatment.  It  became  so 
small  that  at  times,  especially  in  travel,  it  was 
swallowed  up  and  forgotten,  but  always  when 
a  stop  was  made  it  came  to  life  and  was  ready 
to  take  care  of  any  toothaches  that  may  have 
developed  in  the  trip. 


—  168  — 


When  the  regiment  was  organized  Captain 
Clarence  Paul  Landgrebe  was  summoned  to 
duty  as  head  of  the  Dental  Department.  Dur- 
ing the  first  few  weeks  when  examining  recruits 
was  the  business  of  the  hour,  he  was  assisted 
by  an  added  personnel  of  one  officer  and  two 
enlisted  men.  After  the  first  two  big  drafts 
he  was  left  alone  to  handle  the  department 
through  the  w^inter. 

The  main  duty  of  the  Dental  Department 
seemed  to  be  treating  men  preparatory  to  their 
transfer  to  some  other  regiment,  until  only  a 
few  weeks  before  w^e  sailed  for  France.  As 
soon  as  a  good  bunch  of  men  were  broken  in 
they  were  taken  aw^ay  from  us  and  sent  to 
some  other  camp  and  all  there  had  to  have 
good  teeth  before  they  could  be  transferred. 
So  it  was  the  Doc's  labor  lost  until  we  got  the 
last  draft.  With  a  trip  to  the  fighting  line  im- 
minent the  department  was  again  increased, 
this  time  by  two  commissioned  officers  and  two 
enlisted  men.  No  change  took  place  in  the 
personnel  after  that,  until  we  were  ready  to  go 
into  action. 

At  Camp  Coetquidan  transfers  were  ordered 
that     left     Captain     Landgrebe     and     Private 

alone  to  take  care  of  the  regiment's  teeth. 

Until  we  reached  Le  Mans  there  were  no  fur- 
ther changes,  but  here  w^e  lost  the  Dental  De- 
partment altogether. 

On  the  transport  and  at  every  single  stop 
of  twenty-four  hours  or  more  there  was  a  den- 
tist's office  opened  up.  Sometimes  it  was  by 
necessity  a  crude  affair,  as  at  Messac,  when 
the  office  w^as  of  the  portable  type  and  could 
go  into  action  anywhere  a  tooth  ached.  At 
one  stage  of  the  game  the  portable  chair  broke 
down  and  a  big  fallen  log  was  used  instead,  the 
patient  lying  down  full  length  while  being 
treated.  The  task  of  pulling  a  tooth  required 
only  a  pair  of  forceps  and  a  little  antiseptic 
sometimes. 

While  the  batteries  were  preparing  their  po- 
sitions at  front,  making  ready  to  enter  the  bat- 
tle in  earnest,  the  Dental  Department  was  on 
the  job  converting  an  old  German  dugout  into 
a  sanitary  dentist's  office.  Conveniences  were 
none  too  many  and  treatment  was  given  under 
difficulty,  but  in  a  way  a  record  was  established 
because  here  the  Dental  Department  began  to 
enlarge  its  field  of  operation. 

A  line-up  of  soldiers  at  a  dentist's  office 
would  nearly  approach  the  impossible  to  con- 
ceive but  that  did  actually  happen  at  the  front. 
One  night  a  chap  from  the  trenches  came  back 
to  the  battery  positions  and  asked  for  a  den- 
tist, explaining  that  he  had  been  suffering 
greatly  with  a  toothache.  He  was  directed  to 
our  dental  infirmary  and  was  treated  by  Cap- 


tain Landgrebe.  The  next  night  as  soon  as 
darkness  fell  the  command  halt  was  heard  out- 
side the  dental  dugout.  The  doughboys, 
guided  by  their  companion  who  had  visited  us 
the  night  before,  had  come  in  force  to  see  the 
dentist.  They  were  all  treated  but  the  next 
morning  the  department  explained  that  a  shell 
had  blown  down  their  "Dental  Infirmary"  sign 
during  the  night. 

The  expansion  policy  was  continued  after 
the  armistice  also.  We  had  moved  into  Pont- 
a-Mousson  and  an  office  had  been  established. 
French  troopers  who  belonged  to  outfits  not  so 
fortunate  as  ours  in  having  a  Dental  Depart- 
ment, were  never  turned  down  when  they 
needed  treatment.  Russian  soldiers  away  from 
their  organization  were  also  treated  and  even 
the  German  prisoners  were  taken  care  of. 
When  the  civilian  population  came  back  to 
Pont-a-Mousson  they  failed  to  bring  their  den- 
tist with  them  and  it  was  no  uncommon  affair 
for  them  to  drop  in  on  Captain  Landgrebe. 

Records  of  the  department  show  that  ap- 
proximately three  hundred  cases  from  the  regi- 


ment were  treated  each  month.  After  the  first 
round  of  extractions  back  in  Custer  that  form 
of  operation  was  not  common. 

The  Dental  Department  came  through  the 
whole  affair  with  only  one  serious  accident. 

We  will  enter  that  under  the  head  of  "Lost 
in  Action."  The  Captain  had  just  availed  him- 
self of  a  new  supply  of  choice  towels  when  the 
armistice  was  signed.  In  moving  from  the  po- 
sitions to  Pont-a-Mousson  some  one  coming 
into  contact  with  our  baggage  train  evidently 
thought  that  towels  were  not  necessary  artillery 
equipment.  The  worst  part  of  it  was  that  on 
such  short  notice  and  if  the  Medical  Depart- 
ment proper  hadn't  opened  up  its  heart  and 
towel  supply  we  might  have  seen  an  order  like 
this:  "All  men  reporting  to  the  Dental  In- 
firmary for  treatment  \nl\  be  equipped  with  a 
clean  towel."  And  who  ever  heard  of  a  sup- 
ply sergeant  that  had  towels  on  hand? 


169 


THE  BAND 


With  the  transfer  of  Sergeant  Olin  R.  Kel- 
sey  from  the  1 8th  Field  Artillery,  Fort  Bliss, 
Texas,  to  the  newly  organized  329th  Field 
Artillery,  we  have  the  beginning  of  the  band. 
Like  all  new  organizations  the  band  had  its 
many  troubles.  On  September  19,  1917,  Lewis 
W.  Arnold,  and  on  September  22,  1917,  Doug- 
las J.  Merwin  were  assigned  to  the  regiment. 
They,  with  Sergeant  Kelsey,  formed  the  first 
bugle  corps  of  the  regiment,  playing  guard- 
mounts  and  other  military  formations,  using 
Sergeant  Kelsey's  ow^n  compositions.  They 
found  many  duties  as  all  the  calls  of  the  day 
were  blown  by  them.  Later  we  will  find  that 
this  was  the  nucleus  of  the  band.  Immediately 
the  sergeant  diligently  set  to  work  hunting 
through  the  personnel  of  the  regiment  for 
musicians.  His  efforts  w^ere  quite  successful  as 
he  found  to  his  surprise  about  70  men  claiming 
to  be  musicians.  A  day  w^as  set  early  in  Octo- 
ber, and  the  men  were  given  try-outs  on  their 
respective  instruments.  From  this  number 
Sergeant  Kelsey  chose  the  following  men  to  be 
transferred  to  the  Band  Section,  Headquarters 
Company: 


Battery  C 
Allen  R.  Walsh 


Headquarters  Co. 

Emil  M.  Kossel 

Douglas  J.  Merwin  ^^X?  M.  Double 

Battery  A  Battery  F 

Lewis  W.  Arnold  „   Sherman  Hanecki 

^  ,   .     ivr    o  Battery  L 

Calvin  W.  btewart  n    ■   t-        n 

Liuiatino  Cerasi 

Edward  Theiss  Burr  A.  Doten 

Myron  Horowitz  Joseph  Kwiatek 

It  was  a  rainy,  muddy  and  blustery  day  that 
the  instruments  were  drawn  and  the  first  re- 
hearsal held.  Things  went  well  considering 
the  fact  that  it  was  the  first  time  these  men 
played  together.  It  was  not  long  before  this 
band  was  massed  with  the  bands  at  Camp 
Custer  for  the  purpose  of  furnishing  music  at 
the  formal  dedication  of  the  camp.  The  time 
came  now  when  it  was  necessary  to  expand  the 
camp. 

This  was  done  very  rapidly  and  the  regi- 
ment was  moved  to  the  west  end  of  the  can- 
tonment and  rehearsals  were  held  in  the  bar- 
racks occupied  by  the  Supply  Company.  Soon 
Building  1283  was  completed  and  occupied  by 
Headquarters  Company.  This  was  then  to  be 
the  home  of  the  band  throughout  the  regi- 
ment's stay  in  Camp  Custer.  November  7, 
1917,  marks  the  band's  coming  into  existence 
officially.  On  that  date  the  musicians  of  the 
regiment  were  transferred  to  the  band  and 
were  quartered  with  Headquarters  Company. 
It  was  at  this  time  that  the  bugle  corps  was 
being  organized  in  the  regiment  to  furnish  field 
music  for  artillery  formations.  The  bandsmen 
were  now  relieved  from  this  former  duty. 


Promotions  were  necessary  to  carry  on  the 
band  duties  in  a  military  manner  and  the  fol- 
lowing promotions  were  made:  Douglas  J. 
Merwin,  Assistant  Band  Leader;  Lewis  W.  Ar- 
old.  Sergeant  Bugler;  Edward  Theiss,  Band 
Sergeant;  Calvin  W.  Stewart,  Band  Corporal; 
Joseph  Kwiatek,  Musician  First  Class.  In  the 
month  of  November  a  divisional  revievsr  was 
held  on  the  division  parade  grounds.  The 
bands  of  the  1  60th  Field  Artillery  Brigade  were 
massed  for  this  review^.  The  troops  were  re- 
viewed by  Major-General  Joseph  P.  Dickman, 
then  in  command  of  the  85  th  Division.  A  sim- 
ilar review  was  held  on  the  same  parade  ground 
by  General  Parker.  The  regiment  had  by  this 
time  increased  in  personnel  so  each  regiment 
was  reviewed  as  a  unit.  Here  a  great  calamity 
befell  the  band  as  it  w^as  freezing  weather — 
the  instruments  froze  up  and  the  band  was  un- 
able to  play  the  march  as  the  general  rode  the 
line.  Here  the  band  gained  fame  when  Gen- 
eral Parker  said  "Start  up  your  band!" 

As  time  passed  the  personnel  of  the  band  in- 
creased and  Walter  C.  Rath,  violinist,  was 
transferred  to  the  band  from  Supply  Company. 
It  v^ras  just  a  short  time  previous  to  the  above- 
mentioned  increase  that  we  lost  our  Band  Ser- 
geant, Edward  Theiss,  who  was  given  a  dis- 
charge from  the  army  because  of  ill  health.  He 
arrived  at  home  in  time  to  spend  a  happy  New 
Year  with  a  permanent  furlough  in  his  pos- 
session. The  band  continued  with  its  duties, 
now  and  then  playing  at  the  Y.  M.  C.  A.  huts 
for  entertainments.  Between  quarantines  for 
various  diseases  the  band  succeeded  in  increas- 
ing its  roster,  Claude  T.  Doran,  Alfred  Hig- 
gins  and  John  Stoyack  were  transferred  into 
the  organization.  On  March  5  th,  just  escaping 
a  quarantine,  part  of  the  band  toured  the  state 
of  Michigan  with  other  picked  members  of  the 
division  bands  and  played  many  concerts  un- 
der the  direction  of  Bohumir  Kryll.  This  trip 
was  a  grand  success  and  the  cities  of  Lansing, 
Bay  City,  Saginaw,  Port  Huron,  Detroit,  Grand 
Rapids,  Kalamazoo  and  Battle  Creek  royally 
entertained  this  grand  band  on  this  tour. 
Spring  was  soon  on  its  way  and  new  duties 
were  again  in  store;  playing  for  Liberty  Loan 
drives  at  Detroit,  Albion  and  smaller  towns 
in  Michigan.  At  this  time  the  band  personnnel 
was  increased  when  Don  L.  McCord,  Stanley 
Madjeski,  Ivan  Overholt,  Donald  Thorbrun 
and  Walter  A.  Wojciekouski  were  transferred 
to  the  band.  In  a  short  time  we  added  Burtel 
Straight  and  Paul  Wingate.  The  city  of  Battle 
Creek  now  asked  for  bands  from  Camp  Custer 
to  furnish  music  for  their  Liberty  Loan  drives. 
The  bands  of  the  1 60th  Depot  Brigade  and 
the  329th  Field  Artillery  were  chosen.  They 
were  shown  a  fine  time  in  Battle  Creek.  In 
the  latter  part  of  May,  Ralph  H.  Parsons  was 
added  as  a  new  member. 


—  170 


Instruments  and  All 


Burtel  Straight  went  to  Officers"  Training 
School  and  now  the  band  was  left  with  but  one 
trombone.  Soon  Erich  M.  Kohls  and  Delvin 
J.  Hendricks  joined.  The  month  of  June  was 
at  hand  and  the  regiment  was  making  many 
preparations  for  the  new  draft  and  prepara- 
tions for  the  movement  overseas.  John  Skal- 
ski  was  transferred  to  the  organization  from 
the  I  60th  Depot  Brigade  and  William  Evans 
from  Battery  B.  June  27th  the  band  increased 
in  proportion  to  the  draft  and  the  following 
men  came  to  the  329th:  Wilbur  Baker,  Joseph 
Costello,  Norman  C.  Ford,  Joseph  Goleno, 
Nickolas  Grusner,  Louis  Gualdoni,  Benjamin 
F.  Miller,  Samuel  Pirie,  Fonfilio  Salcilio,  Henry 
M.  Sutherland,  Paul  G.  Vaught  and  Albert  W. 
Wenz. 

For  the  two  following  weeks  these  men  w^ere 
very  busy  with  rehearsals,  attempts  to  get  new 
uniforms  and  "Squads  east  and  west."  On 
July  4th  the  band  played  at  Galesburg  and 
enjoyed  a  fine  entertainment  from  the  people 
of  that  town.  That  was  the  final  appearance 
of  the  band  away  from  Camp  Custer  before 
leaving  for  overseas.  On  the  morning  of  July 
1  6th  the  band  left  with  the  regiment,  going  to 
Camp  Mills,  L.  I.,  N.  Y.  Soon  after  reaching 
Camp  Mills  Sergeant  Kelsey  was  promoted  to 
the  grade  of  lieutenant. 

July  30th,  again  taking  trains  for  New  York 
city,  the  band  went  to  the  docks  where  a  boat 
awaited.  The  regiment  marched  aboard  the 
Maunganui  about  4:30  p.  m.  At  I  I  :00  a.  m., 
July  3 1  St,  this  boat  with  a  convoy  steamed 
from  New  York  harbor,  bidding  the  Statue  of 
Liberty  farewell  for  how  long  no  one  knew. 

August  2  7th  the  regiment  reached  Camp 
Coetquidan,  near  Guer,  where  much  work  was 
in  store  for  it.  Here  the  band  played  many 
concerts  and  found  before  it  the  solemn  duty 
of  many  military  funerals.  It  was  there  that 
the  battle  of  Vinegar  Hill  was  fought.  Many 
of  the  fellows  sustained  minor  injuries  but  soon 
were  back  on  duty  again.  Corporal  Hendricks 
was  taken  sick  with  the  Spanish  "flu,"  then  so 
prevalent,  and  was  sent  to  the  hospital. 

During  the  stay  at  Coetquidan  members  of 
the  band  formed  an  orchestra.  They  played 
several  programs  at  different  places  in  the 
camp  and  also  furnished  entertainment  at  the 
dinner  given  in  honor  of  Colonel  Campbell  by 


the  officers  of  the  329th  regiment.  In  all,  the 
329th  Feld  Artillery  orchestra  was  well  known 
as  a  good  entertainer.  The  following  is  the 
instrumentation:  Solo,  violin.  Sergeant  Skal- 
ski;  1st  violin,  Al  W.  Wenz;  2nd  violin,  S. 
Hanechi;  viola,  Sergeant  Rath;  bass,  Joseph 
Kwiatek;  oboe,  cornets.  Sergeant  Merwin,  Ser- 
geant McCord;  trombone,  Allen  W.  Walsh; 
baritone,  saxaphone,  Panfilio  Salulo;  piano, 
William  Evans;  drums  and  traps,  C.  W. 
Stewart. 

There  were  few  musical  duties  from  the  de- 
parture from  Coetquidan  till  the  time  when  the 
war  would  cease.  The  band  played  its  last 
concert  in  the  open  air  at  Orquevaux  before 
starting  for  the  front.  The  next  journey  was 
to  Domgermain  by  train.  This  ended  the 
musical  duties  for  the  band  as  the  war  zone 
had  been  reached.  November  1  st  the  orches- 
tra instruments  were  packed  and  left  at  Lagney 
when  the  regiment  left  at  4:00  p.  m. 

The  band  being  a  non-combatant  unit  wis 
not  without  work  to  do.  The  great  traffic 
through  the  town  left  the  streets  in  a  very  poor 
condition.  Were  they  in  need  of  cleaning? 
The  band  was  ready  to  do  it.  Also  there  was 
guard  duty  and  even  band  men  sometimes 
know  their  general  orders.  Many  other  de- 
tails were  done  by  the  band  while  stationed  at 
Bouillionville,  but  to  spare  time,  space  and  feel- 
ing they  are  not  mentioned  here.  November 
1  I  th  came  and  with  it  the  cessation  of  hostili- 
ties. The  band  of  the  329th  onlv  stood 
around,  or  at  least  those  on  K.  P.,  and  listened 
to  the  music  of  the  55th  Infantry  band  who 
were  stationed  in  the  same  town.  Music  never 
sounded  so  sw^eet  as  then,  when  the  "Star 
Snangled  Banner"  pealed  forth,  in  the  feeling 
of  freedom  and  victory.  Then  as  the  band 
marched  down  the  street  to  the  powerful 
swing  of  the  "Stars  and  Stripes  Forever"  a 
great  cVieer  from  each  American  echoed 
through  the  town  and  everything  was  quiet. 
That  was  the  spirit  of  victory  as  it  came  to 
those  Americans  at   Bouillionville. 

Two  days  later  the  regiment  marched  to 
Pont-a-Mousson,  arriving  there  at  5:00  p.  m., 
November  13,  1918.  Once  more  the  band 
took  up  the  duties,  playing  many  concerts  and 
furnishing  music  for  many  entertainments. 
The  band  was  very  unfortunate  in  losing  Geo. 


—  171  — 


Cue  who  was  sent  to  the  hospital  at  Toul. 
Mere  Corporal  Hendricks  returned  to  the  or- 
ganization from  a  casual  replacement  camp. 

Thanksgiving  passed  and  soon  Christmas 
came.  Christmas  in  Pont-a-Mousson  was  a 
merry  time  for  the  organization.  The  orches- 
tra furnished  music  for  the  entertainment, 
which  was  quite  all  that  could  be  expected  at 
such  a  place  and  at  such  a  time.  Beer,  barrels 
of  confetti,  games,  poems  and  presents  of  all 
kinds  were  the  merry  makers  of  the  evening. 
New   Years   came   and   with   it   everyone   was 


wondering  when  the  regiment  would  leave  for 
the  good  old  U.  S.  A.  January  1  0th  the  band 
left  Pont-a-Mousson  for  Villerupt.  The  cities 
of  Metz,  Diedenhafen,  Luxembourg  and  Esch 
Alzette  were  visited. 

At  Villerupt  they  were  shown  a  royal  time 
and  their  playing  was  highly  commended.  A 
Week  later  they  returned  to  Pont-a-Mousson 
to  take  up  their  regular  duties  once  more.  The 
saddest  work  of  the  band  was  at  the  funeral 
service  of  their  comrade  Harry  Koppert. 


Carried  German   MacHine  Gun   All 
tHe  Way  Home  In  His  R.0II 

When  it  came  to  collecting,  camouflaging  and  transporting  the 
goods — Deutschland  to  Brest  to  Home — we  had  one  man  in  the  329th 
who  could  go  against  the  entire  A.  E.  F.  and  win  hands  down,  "under 
wraps." 

Big  Smith,  of  Battery  C,  is  the  man.  And  if  any  Buddy  in  the 
A.  E.  F.,  or  the  world,  wants  to  try  to  equal  his  achievement,  let  him 
get  busy  tout  suite  or  forever  hold  his  peace.  Single-handed  and  en- 
tirely on  his  own,  the  Big  Indian  from  "C"  Battery  carried  a  complete 
(and  entirely  serviceable)  German  machine  gun  all  the  way  home  in 
his  roll.  Can  you  beat  it?  We  ask  you — fat,  lean  or  heavyweight — 
weren't  those  blankety-blank  packs  heavy  enough  for  the  most  of  us 
without  a  young  arsenal  inside? 

Some  of  the  boys  who  knew  Smitty  noticed  the  length  of  his  roll 
one  day,  during  the  "travel-log"  over  France,  and  inquired  facetiously, 
"Whatcha  got  there,  Smitty?  A  hunk  of  the  old  Roman  viaduct,  or 
just  the  village  of  Messac?" 

"Neither,"  grunted  the  king  of  souvenir  scroungers,  "just  a  little  old 
Boche  machine  gun."  And  we  verified  that  fact.  We  saw  the  "type- 
writer" taken  down,  in  France,  and  know  for  a  fact  that  he  startled 
his  home  town  natives  by  setting  the  gun  up  at  the  family  reunion. 
Proved  it   would  still   operate,    too. 

How  did  he  get  the  gun  by  the  inspection  hounds?  Hanged  if  we 
know — unless  he  swallowed  it  passing  through  the  double-o  shed. 


172  — 


./athletes 


Organization  teams  were  formed  and  equip-  Battery  A  before  they  were  organized  and  had 

ped  at  Custer.     The  schedule  was  made  up  at  been   able   to   get   a   workout   together,    conse- 

divisional  headquarters.      The  329th  aggrega-  quently  Swayne  was  hit    pretty   hard    for   the 

tion   was   coached    and    managed    by   Captain  first   few   innings   but    tightened   up   and    held 

Moore  and  Lieutenant  Casey.      Sergeant   Hy-  them  to  a  final  score  of   1 0  to  9.      Later  they 

don,  of  Battery  A,  was  captain.    Twelve  games  defeated  Battery  D  by  a  score  of  I  0  to  9  and 

were  played  with  seven  resulting  in  our  favor.  had  to  play  eleven  innings  to  do  it.     This  was 

The  line-up  was  as  follows:  a  fine  game  from  start  to   finish.      Their  last 

Player                      Battery                   Position  opponents    were    the    uniformed     team    from 

DTI     J          ..              T    J         1    a  J  Headquarters   Company   which    had    defeated 

oran                     Headquarters        Ind  and   3rd  n      r  .i         lU       ^                  ,.l                     .      u 

D     .    •  1                 u     J          ..                          D-.  L  3"  or  the  other  teams  m  the  regiment.     Here 

bostwick                Headquarters                    Pitcher  •      c                              u        j    j     •        ^l            i 

M.i,                          Lj      J          ..                             IT-  ij  again  owayne  was  walloped  during  the  early 

lUer                       Headquarters                         hield  •      •               j   ..                     ^      j   t  ..     n     ■.  ^l           j 

J                                             A.                           Sk     f  f  innings  and  the  score  stood  o  to  U  at  the  end 

III                                      i                                     p.   *;  of  the  fifth.      Harvey  set  his  jaws  and  spit  on 

rri.i                                 A                         r>-i.r-ii  ^^^  ball  at  the  beginning  of  the  sixth  and  from 

Fraleigh                             A                       Right  Field  .i               ou           ^.uuj          ,.            c 

■v/.i                                  ,-.                              /^,i  then  on  b  began  to  show  Headquarters  a  few 

Voytko                              C                              Catcher  ■   ^      c  »i.                    o                  ,.•     j  ..u 

c   II-                                     r-\                                  -ri  •    1  points  or  the  game,     owayne  retired  them,  one, 

buUivan                              D                                  Third  f         m                j  d            u   j     ff     i  ^u          j      -^u 

i^     ,          1  .                        r^                               o           1  two,  three,  and  b  marched  oft  at  the  end  ■with 

K.urkowski                        U                              Second  ■  .            c   i  n  ..     a 

El  r,                                  r^                r--  1  1   o    ^      1  a  victory  or      U  to  o. 

rkfitz                                D                Field  &  Catch.  ^                    ;p      ;»      » 

Carpenter                          D                                   Field  i       i      i    •       i             ,                      r.            »» 

■^3j.(]                                    V                                    Third  brigade   track   meet  at  ront-a-Mous- 

Von  Dette                        E                                Pitcher  ^°"'   f'^^ice.    Battery  B  came  across  with   the 

Danowski                          E                                 Utilitv  goods  and  w^on  the  majority  of  points  for  the 

Carney                                F                                   Field  329th.     The  330th  won  the  meet  easily  but  B 

Sprague                               F                                     Field  pulled   enough  points  to  put  the   329th  in  sec- 

Rennv                                   F                                     Field  °'^'^  place.     The  328th  made  a  poor  showing. 

The  men  who  won  points  were  Zoltowski,  third 

Games  and  Results  in    t^e   shot   put;    Barrett,    second   in   the    100 

Score  meter    dash;    Sharrick,    second    in    220    meter 

Opponents                                          Opp.    329th  dash;    McKee,    fourth   in   the  high  jump,    and 

339th  Infantry 5           4  Barrett,  second  in  the  broad  jump.      Out  of  a 

328th  Field  Artillery 3           5  total  of  thirteen  points  won  by  the  regiment, 

328th  Field  Artillery 5            3  ^  gets  credit  for  ten,  the  other  three  going  to 

330th  Field  Artillery'  ...'.'.'.'.'.'.       7         12  Battery  A. 

330th  Field  Artillery 11            0  *      *      *                . 

337th  Infantry 4            7  Joseph  Cyrill  Hubacek,   who  is  one  of  the 

337th  Infantry 3           8  members  of  Battery  E,  was  commonly  known 

338th  Infantry 10           9  'n  the  bowling  world  as  "300  Joe."      He  won 

3 1 0th  Ammunition  Train 3            1  this  soubriquet  by  making  five  perfect  scores, 

3 1 0th  Supply  Train 1            4  in  the  course  of  a  few  years.      In  addition  to 

3  I  0th  Supply  Train 2            7  this,  he  is  the  only  bowler  who  has  made  two 

Hayes  Wheel  Co.   (10  innings)  .  .        I            2  "300"  scores  in  one  day.      He  also  holds  the 

\T/L-i         /^           n  record  of  822  pins  for  three  consecutive  games. 

While  at  Custer  Battery  B  produced  the  best  Joe    started    bowling   in    1906    in    Paradise 

team  m  the  regiment  and  trimmed  Headquar-  Park,   Chicago,  in  a  hall  owned  and  operated 

ters  Company,   the  supposed-to-be  champions,  by  his  father.      The  sport  of  bowling  seemed 

by  a  score  of   10  to  6.      Their  line-up  was  as  to  have  come  natural  to  him  and  it  was  not 

follows:       Zoltowski,     c;    Swayne-Barrett.     p;  long  before  he  was  one  of  the  best  bowlers 

Seefeld,      1  st ;     Armstrong,     2nd;     Reiger,     ss;  in  the  Windy  City.     Most  of  Joe's  early  bowl- 

Gloetzner,  3rd;  Kogelshatz,  If;  Barrett,  cf ;  and  ing  was  done  when  wooden  balls  were  in  style 

Laetz,   rf.      Their  first  game  was  played   with  but  Joe   says   that   the   bowling   game   has   its 

—  173  — 


strategy  as  well  as  the  army  and  that  in  1914 
he  sprung  a  mysterious  ball  on  the  Chicago 
bowlers,  in  Mussey's  hall.  Due  to  its  unusual 
performance  it  was  afterwards  called  the  "do- 
do ball."  This  mysterious  ball  was  made  of 
wood  with  a  heavy  plug  in  it.  It  had  about 
the  same  effect  on  the  ten  pins,  in  Mussey's 
alley,  as  a  German  77  has  on  the  tile  roof  of 
a  French  chateau.  He  made  his  first  "300" 
score   with    this   ball. 

Since  1914  Joe  has  participated  in  various 
bowling  tournaments  in  the  United  States  and 
has  always  been  able  to  down  enough  pins  to 
keep  him  among  the  leaders.  He  has  met  the 
big  bowlers  in  the  game,  among  these  being 
"Jimmie  Smith,"  the  world's  champion  bowler, 
and  Count  Gengler,  the  most  artistic  bowler. 
The  latter  is  from  Luxembourg. 

In  addition  to  the  numerous  souvenirs  that 
Joe  collected  while  sojourning  with  the  A.  E. 
F.  in  France,  he  claims  to  have  a  collection 
in  the  States,  valued  in  the  neighborhood  of  a 
thousand  dollars,  which  he  won  in  twenty-four 
hour  endurance  and  individual  bowling 
matches.  Previous  to  his  army  career,  Joe  w^as 
employed  as  bowling  instructor  at  the  Detroit 
Athletic  Club.  Joe  still  thinks  he  is  good  and 
is  willing  to  take  on  any  good  bowlers  for 
money,  marbles  or  chalk.  He  can  be  reached 
at  the  D.  A.  C,  Detroit,  Michigan. 

Regimental  Color  Sergeant  L.  A.  Charbneau 
can  boast  that  he  is  as  good  a  fistic  artist  as 


ever  fell  over  the  ropes.  He  has  fought  in 
all  parts  of  the  globe  and  managed  to  drag 
home  three  belts.  He  enlisted  in  the  Navy  in 
1908  in  order  to  be  in  some  light  employment 
where  he  could  recuperate  his  health.  While 
there  he  practiced  pugilistic  maneuvers  and 
knocked  out  eight  comers  in  the  service. 

He  then  took  on  "Rufe"  Turner,  who  was 
in  the  public  eyes,  and  was  resting  on  the  mat 
at  the  end  of  the  fourth  round.  This  made 
Sarge  take  notice  and  renew  his  energies.  On 
New  Year's  eve,  1911,  he  put  away  Watkins, 
in  nine  rounds,  for  the  championship  of  the 
Pacific  Fleet.  Watkins  was  from  the  "Colo- 
rado" and  Charbneau  from  the  "West  Vir- 
ginia." This  was  followed  by  two, score  minor 
victories,  when  he  considered  himself  in  shape 
to  meet  Cooley  for  the  championship  of  the 
Asiatic  Station.  On  June  7,  1912,  they  fought 
at  Manila  and  Charbneau  ■won  in  the  fourth 
round  of  a  six-round  scheduled  bout. 


A  few  months  later  Sarge  knocked  out  Chief 
Lewis  at  Manila  in  the  sixth  round  of  a  match 
scheduled  for  fifteen,  copping  the  middle- 
weight championship  of  the  Orient.  Typhoid 
fever  laid  him  up  shortly  after  this  and  when 
he  again  met  Lewis  he  had  only  been  out  of 
bed  two  weeks.  As  a  result  Lewis  knocked 
him  down  fourteen  times  in  twelve  rounds. 
Charbneau  tried  to  stay  fifteen  for  the  purse 
but  couldn't  stand  the  "gaff."  He  then  reverted 
to  vaudeville,  traveling  with  Bob  Fitzsimmons 
and  Frank  Moran.  His  reputation  kept  him 
from  engaging  very  actively  in  regimental  box- 
ing, except  in  exhibition  work. 

Saddler  Thomas  Knight,  "A,"  was  a  jockey 
for  five  years,  '07-' 12,  and  the  owner  of 
"Prosper,  "  the  unbeaten  tw^o-year-old  at  New 
Orleans.  He  also  played  football  with  Dixon 
College,   Dixon,  Illinois. 

Corporal  John  Lagron,  "A,"  University  of 
Detroit  baseball,  football  and  basket  ball  class 
teams,  '10.  Played  with  the  "Heralds"  for 
four  years,  the  champions  of  Indiana,  football, 
'  1  1  -•  1  2-'  1  3.  Coached  the  "Records"  '  1  5-'  I  6- 
'  1  7.  They  were  the  junior  champions  of  De- 
troit in  '15-' 16. 

Sergeant  Leo  Von  Dette  played  baseball 
with  the  regimental  team  in  Custer.  Was  their 
star  pitcher.  Also  played  ball  with  Arthur 
Hill  High  and  basket  ball  with  the  Saginaw 
Athletic  Club.  Von  is  a  regular  6-foot  athlete. 
Also  was  on  the  regimental  basket  ball  team. 
Hails  from  M.  A.  C. 

Private  Carl  S.  Huddlestone  played  base- 
ball on  the  regimental  team  in  Custer.  He  is 
an  all-round  athlete  of  stocky  build.  Also 
played  on  the  regimental  basket  ball.  Played 
baseball  with  Mancelonia  High  School  and 
basket  ball  and  football  with  the  "Y"  team  at 
Mancelonia. 

Sergeant  Daniel  F.  Sheedy,  "A,"  played  on 
the  championship  soccer  team  of  Ireland.  He 
won  the  shot  put  in  the  regimental  field  meet. 

Bugler  Oliver  A.  Thorpe  spent  some  time 
on  the  Pacific  coast  as  an  amateur  lightweight 
boxer. 

Mechanic  Erick  O.  Horde,  "A,"  has  an- 
nexed several  prizes  for  wrestling,  hockey  and 
rifle  shooting. 

Corporal  Thomas  Fraleigh,  "A,"  was  a 
member  of  the  Port  Huron  baseball  team  in 
the  Huron  County  League. 

Being  handicapped  by  the  burdens  of  In- 
strument Sergeant  in  Battery  D  and  also  being 
a  modest  sort  of  a  chap,  for  a  sergeant,  Rell  A. 


174 


Ambrose  didn't  air  his  capabilities  as  an  athlete 
very  much  and  there  may  be  a  great  many 
men  in  the  regiment  and  even  some  in  his  own 
battery  who  do  not  know  that  as  a  wrestler 
Rell  was  a  bear. 

Of  couse,  while  attending  a  small  down- 
state  high  school  he  was  showered  with  more 
than  his  share  of  glory  and  then  when  he  went 
to  Ypsi  Normal  in  '  1  4  and  '  1  5  he  won  more 
than  a  wife  along  with  what  educational  pro- 
paganda penetrated,  which  was  extremely 
creditable  in  itself.  It  was  as  a  quarterback 
he  learned  how  to  "Snap  into  it"  and  as  a 
pitcher  to  "Pass  the  buck."  When  it  came  to 
wrestling  he  simply  had  the  college  off  its  feet. 
He  made  his  first  big  hit  by  flooring  the  Polish 
wonder  at  Albion  in   22    minutes. 

After  finishing  college  in  the  summer  of  '  1  5 
he  entered  the  professional  field  and  stayed 
on  the  mat  with  Joe  Smith  at  Coldwater  for 
one  hour  without  a  decision.  He  was  next 
booked  with  London  who  had  the  odds  his 
way  to  throw  the  "College  Boy"  two  times  in 
an  hour.  Little  Rell  had  him  face  up  playing 
the  part  of  a  cushion  at  the  end  of  eighteen 
minutes.  After  many  other  successes  his  career 
was  ended  when  the  draft  blew  his  way. 

The  University  of  Wisconsin  is  represented 
in  Battery  F  by  Ralph  Youngren  who  took 
a  prominent  part  in  inter-class  and  frat  ath- 
letics. We  are  also  indebted  to  him  for  some 
good  cartoons. 

Mike  Scavone,  the  blonde  pugilist,  was 
vaunted  by  Battery  C  as  one  of  the  best  ever. 
He  easily  put  away  Sergeant  Wortkow  of  his 
own  battery  and  Sergeant  Meuer  of  "E"  while 
at  Custer.  He  brought  the  reputation  of  win- 
ning two  out  of  three  professional  bouts  at 
Windsor  when  he  came  to  the  army. 

He  also  holds  several  medals,  won  at  Belle 
Isle,  w^hile  representing  the  Detroit  "Y"  as  a 
swimmer  and  long  distance  runner.  Four  miles 
was  his  favorite  distance  for  running  and  ten 
miles  for  swimming.  He  has  on  several  occa- 
sions swum  around   Belle  Isle. 

No  organization  is  complete  without  its 
Hoosiers.  Sergeant  M.  F.  Wetzel  of  the  Medical 
Detachment,  while  attending  Weidner  College, 
'15-' 17,  combined  his  lyrics  with  three  years 
of  basket  ball,  three  years  of  track,  specializing 
in  the  high  jump  and  220-yard  dash,  and  two 
years  of  football. 

Sergeant  Herbert  W.  Butler  was  the  first 
Corporal  and  the  first  Sergeant  made  in  Battery 
D.  He  handled  the  stables,  the  horses  and  the 
police  with  equal  vigor  and  with  habitual 
strong-arm  methods.  He  does  not  claim  to  be 
a  professional  boxer  although  he  did  amateur 
and  exhibition  boxing  for  ten  years.  He  strips 
at   185  pounds  and  is  a  Canadian. 

He  met  Mike  Twin  Sullivan  of  the  76th 
Army  at  Buffalo  in   1911  under  the  auspices  of 


the  Argonaut  Rowing  Club  of  Toronto  and 
boxed  six  rounds  to  a  draw  decision.  He  also 
encountered  Patty  Lavin,  the  welterweight 
champion,  at  Buffalo,  with  the  same  result. 
Butler   was   a  member   of   the  Simcoe  hockey 


team  which  won  the  Ontario  Hockey  Associa- 
tion championship  in  1906.  He  also  took  ac- 
tive part  in  the  activities  of  the  Toronto  Row- 
ing Club.  The  brigade  was  represented  by 
him  at  the  field  day  last  April. 

Flint,  Michigan,  has  always  been  noted  as 
a  rendezvous  for  athletes  and  the  well-known 
druggist,  Kilbourn,  of  the  Medical  Detachment, 
was  no  exception.  With  rare  popularity  wher- 
ever he  went  Glen  made  many  fast  friends 
of  the  baseball  fans  by  picking  up  the  bound- 
ing pill  at  short,  and  in  the  Army  by  passing 
them  out  at  the  infirmary.  He  played  with  the 
Flint  aggregation  in  the  Michigan  State  League 
and  with  the  Buick  nine.  He  also  toured  with 
the  notorious  Tom  Stephens'  sphere  pounders, 
playing  independent  ball  for  Otsego,  backed 
by  a  million  dollars  and  as  many  enthusiastic 
fans. 

The  University  of  Michigan  sent  a  man  to 
our  Medical  Detachment  by  the  name  of  W. 
N.  Taylor,  as  elegantly  proportioned  a  youth 
as  ever  was  that  fabulous  Leander  of  Helles- 
pont, and  no  mean  athlete,  having  played  two 
years  of  inter-class  football,  filling  the  posi- 
tion of  right  half,  at  which  position  he  made 
a  reputation  while  playing  with  Flint  High. 
One  year  of  basket  ball  at  the  University  also 
helped  to  put  him  in  shape  for  Army  activi- 
ties. 

And  it  might  be  mentioned  in  passing  that 
Taylor  was  an  acting  Captain  once.  He  was 
appointed  by  Judge  Durant,  of  the  Second  Dis- 
trict Board  at  Flint,  when  the  June  contingent 
were  leaving  for  Custer. 

Especially  while  we  were  at  the  front  was 
Corporal  Hulburd,  of  Battery  A,  able  to  use 
his  athletic  proficiency  in  the  fording  of  roads 
and  swamps  and  progressing  through  the  pro- 
verbial mud  of  France  with  alacrity.  While  he 
was  a  law  student  at  Valparaiso  College  he 
won  decorations  for  fancy  sw^imming  and  div- 
ing.     He  carried   away  the  medals  when  the 


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college  met  the  Gary  swimming  team  and  the 
Evanston  Swimming  Club.  He  spent  one  sea- 
son in  vaudeville,  meeting  with  success. 

Hulburd  was  with  the    1  63rd  Infantry  dur- 


ing   the   border    trouble    and    so    came    to    the 
Artillery   with   some   military    experience. 

Lieutenant  C.  L.  Barnum,  of  Supply  Com- 
pany, first  gained  his  athletic  prowess  by  play- 
ing baseball  with  a  championship  high  school 
team  in  southern  Wisconsin.  During  the  fall 
of  1915  he  played  left  field  for  the  Tokyo 
Americans  while  in  Japan  in  the  capacity  of 
English  instructor,  teaching  in  the  govern- 
ment schools.  This  team  met  a  large  number 
of  the  college  and  professional  teams  of  the 
world,  including  Waseda  University  of  Japan 
and  the  University  of  Chicago. 

Private  Morris  Rosenberg  is  one  of  the  "mat 
kings"  of  Battery  C.  He  was  transferred  to 
our  regiment  at  Camp  Mills,  bringing  with  him 
a  string  of  scalps  from  Camp  Upton.  He 
wrestled  professionally  in  the  east  for  four 
years,  his  more  prominent  matches  being  pulled 
off  for  the  Brooklyn  "Y"  at  Brooklyn,  which 
is  his  home  city.  Most  of  the  New  Yorkers 
with  whom  he  grappled  fell  easy  prey. 

As  a  baseball  player  Sergeant  Lyons,  Bat- 
tery A,  was  as  good  a  shortstop  as  ever  "rolled 
'em"  in  a  cigar  maker's  league.  He  bounded 
all  over  the  northwest  passing  out  Flor  de 
Nispls  to  the  enthusiastic  rooters  who  cheered 
the  team  to  a  championship.  While  he  was 
still  "rolling  his  own"  in  Springfield,  111.,  H.  S., 
he  captained  the  nine  for  two  years. 

Sergeant  Lawrence  A.  Ward.  This  regi- 
mental favorite,  proudly  ow^ned  as  the  celeb- 
rity of  Battery  D,  represented  the  battery  and 
the  regiment  in  the  fight  contests  at  Custer. 
He  took  the  decision  from  Sergeant  Dibble  at 
Battle  Creek  in  four  rounds,  among  several 
other  good  bouts  at  the  "Y"  and  the  K.  C. 
Hall. 

Ward  spent  several  years  with  the  big  boys, 
hobnobbing  and  sparring  with  Jack  Doyle,  Joe 


Rivers,  Johnny  Kilbane,  Bud  Anderson  and 
Leach  Cross.  He  fought  "Coney"  Kelly,  of 
East  St.  Louis,  at  the  Arabic  Athletic  Club  in 
1907  for  six  rounds  with  a  draw  decision.  He 
was  given  a  decision  over  "Dummy"  Shank, 
of  St.  Louis,  in  six  rounds.  He  met  Young 
Corbett  at  the  Mound  City  Athletic  Club  of 
St.  Louis  and  Lewis  at  the  National  Athletic 
Club  in  Denver. 

When  it  comes  to  pitching,  "Bill"  Carpenter, 
of  Battery  D,  is  as  good  a  twirler  as  ever  dis- 
puted an  umpire.  Formerly  with  the  Southern 
Michigan  League,  Carpenter  did  some  excel- 
lent work.  He  pitched  on  the  regimental  team 
at  Custer  and  played  regimental  and  battery 
basket  ball.  He  played  several  seasons  of  pro- 
fessional ball  at  Detroit  and  Chattanooga. 
Wall-scaling  w^as  one  of  his  favorite  sports,  ac- 
quired while  in  the  Army. 

Captain  Clarence  Landgrebe,  of  Regimental 
Dentistry,  found  that  his  athletic  training  stood 
him  in  good  stead.  For  the  first  time  in  their 
lives  a  great  many  men  entered  a  good  dental 
institution  and  an  enormous  amount  of  -work 
had  to  be  done.  A  large  number  of  Uncle 
Sam's  soldiers  were  given  numerous  treatments. 
The  Captain,  w^hile  studying  at  the  Western 
Reserve  University,  Cleveland,  participated  in 
three  years  of  varsity  athletics,  playing  left  half 
of  the  gridiron,  first  base  on  the  diamond,  cen- 
ter on  the  basket-ball  floor  and  specializing  in 
the  broad  jump  and    1 00-yard  da,sh  in  track. 

A  very  interesting  wrestling  match  was  called 
off  on  account  of  "mess"  while  we  were  biv- 
ouaced  at  Maure,  en  route  from  Messac-Guipry 


Over  at  Berfay,  on  a  h!ll  Just  outside  of  the 
village,  is  a  cemetery  ^vith  a  reputation.  Word 
passed  around  among  the  hoys  that  every  night 
a  ghost  could  be  seen  prowling  about  the  city 
of  the  dead.  Several  of  the  fellows,  among 
them  Myers  and  Grainger,  decided  to  investigate, 
so  the  party  went  up  after  dark  and  entered  the 
gates.  Sure  enough,  through  the  faint  moon- 
light they  saw  a  ghost  rise  from  its  grave  and 
move  slo^vly  in  their  direction.  Everyone  made 
an  about  face  forward  double  time  march,  but 
the  first  ones  to  reach  the  gate  closed  it  after 
them.  Red  Grainger  couldn't  stop  to  open  it, 
he  just  made  a  record  high  junip  over  it.  Myers 
moved  over  the  ground  so  swiftly  that  a  streak 
of  sparks  from  his  hob  nail  shoes  was  all  that 
could  be  distinguished.  According  to  Myers, 
''Seein'  is  believin*,''  so  there  must  be  ghosts. 
Snaky  Long  (the  ghost)  and  Curley  Thompson, 
his  guide,  got  a^vay  before  the  next  bunch  came 
up  with  German  lugers,  stones  and  clubs  to 
give  said  ghost  a  hot  reception. 


to  Camp  Coetquidan.  Private  1.  M.  Henry,  of 
Battery  D,  attempted  to  throw  Sergeant  Am- 
brose of  the  same  organization.  He  did  not 
know  that  Rell  was  a  professional  and  met  with 


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serious  impediments.  After  about  twelve  min- 
utes the  mess  whistle  terminated  the  match. 
Henry  was  a  member  of  the  St.  Louis  "Y" 
and  has  done  considerable  amateur  wrestling. 
He  also  spent  a  week  in  Jacksonville  doing 
exhibition  work  in  vaudeville. 

One  of  Battery  D's  machine  gunners.  Private 
Gramas,  i-,  known  from  coast  to  coast  in  the 
circus  world  as  one  of  the  most  daring  of  the 
aerial  acrobats.  For  ten  years  he  defied  death 
with  his  flying  casting  act.  He  opened  three 
seasons  in  Milwaukee  with  Gallmer  Bros.'  cir- 
cus and  has  been  connected  with  several  of  the 


Colonel  Campbell  to  Bugler  OUie  Thorpe  at 
Coetquidian: 

Colonel:  "Bugler,  why  didn't  you  blow  'Boots 
and  Saddles*?'' 

Ollie:  "Didn't  know  there  was  any  such 
thing,   sir." 

Colonel:    "Why,  you  ain't  fit  to  be  killed." 


best  carnival  companies.  Semi-professional 
wrestling  in  Chicago,  for  the  Douglas  Center 
Athletic  Association,  was  also  one  of  his  pleas- 
ures. He  is  a  wizard  on  the  baseball  diamond 
and  was  enthusiastic  in  battery  athletics.  He 
went  on  the  mat  with  Hobbs  at  the  New  Year's 
entertainment  given  by  his  battery  and  re- 
ceived the  decision. 

Sanilac  County,  Michigan,  sent  an  athlete  to 
our  Veterinary  Department.  He  was  the  star 
first-sacker  for  the  Brown  City  High  School. 
He  was  also  one  of  the  official  umpires  for  the 


Private  Sliger  had  the  scare  of  his  young  life 
at  the  echelon.  He  had  mislaid  his  gas  mask 
one  evening  so  when  the  gas  signal  was  given 
he  ducked  his  head  under  the  blankets  and 
pleaded  with  his  comrades  to  save  his  life.  He 
could  smell  the  gases  penetrating  his  blankets! 
HoMT  was  he  to  know  that  it  was  his  imagination 
working  overtime  and  that  the  gas  attack  failed 
to    develop  ? 


McKinley  Club  of  West  Detroit.     Veterinarian 
Joseph  E.  Sade  is  a  sport  fan. 

Our  jovial  Captain,  Junius  H.  Moore,  of 
Battery  A,  has  caused  more  than  one  crowd 
of  baseball  fans  to  break  into  spontaneous  ap- 
plause  or   convulsive   laughter   over   his   spec- 


tacular playing  or  his  ever-present  corncob 
pipe.  He  played  professional  ball  for  three 
years,  1901-03,  with  the  Mapleton  Athletic 
Club  of  Indianapolis,  while  attending  school 
in  that  city.  During  1906-07  he  caught  in  the 
Cotton  State  League. 


Battery  C  Private  (butting  into  conversation 
which  ^vas  on  the  topic  of  a  color  sergeant  in 
the  regiment) :  "I  never  knew  we  had  a  coon 
sergeant  in  our  regiment." 


He  was  regimental  athletic  officer  at  Custer 
until  he  went  to  Fort  Sill,  when  he  w^as  suc- 
ceeded by  Lieutenant  Casey.  He  was  also 
an  athletic  director  at  Fort  Sheridan.  He  is 
without  a  rival  the  original  pep  producer  and 
much  of  the  athletic  spirit  which  developed  in 
the  regiment  was  due  to  his  efforts. 

One  of  our  best  know  regimental  athletes 
is  Sergeant  Hydon,  of  Battery  A.  He  partici- 
pated to  a  small  extent  in  athletics  while  a 
freshman  at  the  University  of  Michigan.  While 
attending  high  school  in  Skaneateles,  New 
York,  he  played  first  base  for  five  seasons. 
The  team  held    the  championship   of  the  cen- 


Captain:  "Your  rank,  sir?" 

Rookie:      "Don't    rub    it    in.    Captain!     That's 
just  what  the  Sergeant  told  me." 


tral  New  York  high  school  for  two  of  these 
seasons.  Hydon  entered  and  carried  away 
his  share  of  the  points  whenever  the  regiment 
held  a  track  meet.  He  specialized  in  the 
dashes. 

Chester  Gurskey,  of  D,  is  always  ready  for 
five  minutes  of  pitch  and  catch  or  for  a  regfu- 
lar  game  against  any  opponents.  He  comes 
from  Allentown,  Pa.,  where  he  played  in  the 
Blue  Mountain  League  for  two  years.  He  also 
played  for  Flint  one  season  in  the  Southern 
Michigan  League.  He  can  play  any  position 
with  credit  but  prefers  third  base.  It  might 
be  mentioned,  too,  that  Gurskey  is  quite  a 
pool  "shark."  He  ran  42  balls  in  a  straight 
call  shot  match  in  a  club  tournament,  taking 
second  money. 


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Entertainment 


Battery  B,  due  to  the  managerial  enterprise 
of  Max  Leo  Corrigan,  was  the  most  active  in 
entertainment  affairs,  but  the  whole  regiment 
was  full  of  the  good  old  "jazz"  and  pep  when 
it  came  to  "knitting  up  the  ravelled  sleeve" 
of  ennui. 

One  of  the  brightest  spots  in  the  show  line 
at  Custer  was  the  competitive  entertainment 
put  on  in  the  "Y"  under  Lieutenant  Stratton's 
auspices.  Battery  F  won  and  deservedly  so ; 
and  who  will  ever  forget  that  knockout  "latrine 
comedy"   of  Batter  C's? 

On  the  boat  Corrigan,  Thorpe,  Hall  (well 
known  as  the  author  of  "Don't  Let  a  Slacker 
Win  My  Place  in  Your  Heart")  and  some 
others  entertained  us  in  lively  fashion  and 
helped  chase  away  the  seasick  blues. 

At  CiJetquidan  Battery  B  produced  its  min- 
strel show  for  the  first  time  and  made  a  hit 
that  resounded  throughout  the  A.   E.  F. 

At  Pont-a-Mousson,  after  the  Hippodrome 
was  fixed  up,  there  was  a  pleasing  epidemic  of 
shows,  of  all  sorts.  Never  a  road  show  that 
hit  there,  however,  that  had  anything  on  the 
entertainments  made  and  produced  within  our 
own  ranks.  Here  are  some  of  the  regimental 
shows  and  performers  that  made  their  bow 
there,  mostly  under  the  title  "Caisson  Road 
Show." 

December  14th,  1918,  the  329th  Band,  the 
Italian  Four,  Hill,  Hulburd  and  Eddy  in  a 
musical  act,  Corrigan  &  Co.  in  "The  Irish 
Court,"  Dale,  Thorpe,  Guessler  &  Evans  in 
"As  You  Like  It."  The  328th  Jazz  Orches- 
tra and  the  330th  Entertainers  appeared  on 
the  same  bill. 

December  28th  the  Band  was  there  with 
bells   on    again.      DeSmyter   tickled    'em   with 


"12  Minutes  at  the  Piano."  Hanna  mystified 
with  his  "Magic  Number."  Pirie  &  Evans  blew 
in  with  "Oboe  Solos."  Delmar  &  Co.  par- 
alyzed 'em  with  "Launcelot  Gobbo,"  and 
Barsook,  DeSmyter,  Walsh,  Medici  and  Ver- 
rast  thrilled  with  "The  Eleventh  Hour." 

December  30th  and  31st — Hildreth,  Harsch 
&  Co.  administered  to  our  woes  with  "Pills." 
Kobel,  Williams  &  Steinke  entertained.  The 
328th  Orchestra  again  jazzed  away  our  blues, 
and  Evans,  Dale,   Hall  &  Co.  made  a  big  hit. 

January  2nd  and  3rd,  1 9 1 9 — Our  Band 
again.  "Those  Two  Tumblers,"  "The  Coun- 
try Store,"  White  and  Chmylinski  in  "French 
Drama"  and  some  Minstrels  made  an  all 
around  pleasing  show. 

January  6th  and  7th — The  1  15th  Engineers 
put  on  a  rollicking  good  show. 

Then  the  big,  final  blow-out  under  Corrigan's 
direction,  "Somewhere  in  France."  Battery  B 
furnished  the  company  here  but  all  our 
popular  regimental  stars  were  involved — 
Thorpe,  Goldberg,  Nick  Hall,  Scanlon,  etc. 
The  show  was  divided  into  three  elaborate 
parts  and  was  sure  a  large  order  for  a  bunch 
of  buddies  to  tackle  so  far  from  civilization. 
It  made  as  big  a  hit  as  Ziegfeld's  Follies  ever 
did,  however. 

While  at  Pont-a-Mousson  we  were  also  en- 
tertained by  the  349th  Artillery  Troop  and 
by  the  Misses  Rubel  &  Roberts,  of  New  York. 

The  whole  regiment  is  indebted  to  men  like 
Corrigan,  Thorpe,  Hall,  Goldberg,  Humphries, 
Hulburd,  Hill,  Eddy,  Lieutenant  Curtiss  and 
Chaplain  Sorensen  for  their  untiring  efforts  to 
make  our  time  pass  more  quickly  and  enjoy- 
ably. 


—  179  — 


PED  CROSS 


Ever  faithful,  ever  present,  wherever  American  troops  are 
found,  the  Red  Cross  blazons  forth  as  a  symbol  of  cheer,  as  a 
sign  of  ready  succor.  It  is  the  emblem  of  brotherly  love; 
unselfish,  without  vanity  and  with  malice  toward  none.  It 
has  no  creed  except  that  of  Christianity.  It  is  an  inspiration 
to  men,  both  able  and  disabled.  It  makes  death  easier  and 
life  happier.  It  scorns  danger  and  contagion.  It  works 
equally  well  behind  the  lines  and  on  the  battle  fields. 

The  feminine  touch,  deftly  applied,  in  the  hospitals, 
wrought  more  good  than  the  surgeon's  knife.  The  tributes 
of  the  wounded,  the  dying  and  the  convalescent,  coming  from 
the  soul,   testify  to  the  magnificence  of  the  Red  Cross. 

After  the  tumult  and  the  shouting  of  the  battle  dies  the 
soldiers  are  given  a  little  rest,  but  the  Red  Cross  work  con- 
tinues. It  even  becomes  more  strenuous  than  ever.  The 
sights  they  witness,  the  help  they  give,  the  words  of  cheer 
they  speak  and  the  bandages  they  apply  are  numberless.  They 
render  medical  and  surgical  assistance  and  carry  the  wounded 
to  their  hospitals  where  sisterly  care  is  administered. 

At  home  or  on  foreign  soil,  in  cities  or  in  villages,  on  the 
march,  or  on  the  train,  in  the  hotels  or  in  shacks  and  pup 
tents,  in  rest  periods  or  in  battle  they  were  with  us.  Coming 
or  going  they  met  us  more  than  half  way. 


—  180 


Y>M^C.A 


It  is  hard  to  tell  of  the  tremendous  work  being  done  by  the 
Y.  M.  C.  A.  At  Custer  the  social  life  of  the  camp  centered  about 
the  "Y"  huts.  Their  canteen  service  was  unexcelled.  Y.  M.  C.  A. 
canteens  were  located  in  every  village  or  city  which  contained 
American  troops.  We  were  indebted  to  the  "Y"  for  countless 
lectures,  movie  shows  and  entertainments,  both  at  home  and  while 
on  foreign  service.  The  many  American  girls  who  came  to  France 
to  assist  in  the  Y.  M.  C.  A.  work  were  like  a  connecting  link  between 
us  and  home.  The  huts  were  always  crowded  with  fellows  who 
were  seeking  their  warmth,  good  cheer  and  good  fellowship  to 
banish  the  dull  cares  of  war. 

In  Pont-a-Mousson  nights  would  have  been  very  often  lonely, 
pipes  and  cigarette  cases  very  often  empty,  "sweet  teeth"  very  often 
unfilled,  had  it  not  been  for  the  unflagging  industry  of  the  "Y." 
Hot  chocolate  nights,  down  on  the  "main  rue"  and  up  by  the 
hippodrome,  were  regular  events  we  very  seldom  missed — even 
though  we  grumbled  sometimes  about  the  canteen  service. 

It  was  a  large  order — that  task  of  handling  Uncle  Sam's  can- 
teen service  overseas  and  on  a  self-supporting  basis — which  the 
"Y"  undertook.  But  this  unselfish  organization  tackled  it  cheer- 
fully and  unflinchingly  in  the  face  of  unceasing — and  very  often, 
unthinking — criticism.  They  made  mistakes,  but  no  organization 
could  have  helped  from  making  them  under  the  circumstances 
and  no  man  can  measure  the  good  they  did,  the  countless  services 
they  rendered  without  thought  of  reward.  This  history  of  the 
329th  Field  Artillery  would  not  be  complete  without  the  statement 
that  our  sincere  gratitude  and  our  best  wishes  go  on  with  the  "Y." 


181  — 


Salvation 

AKMY 


Defying  shot  and  shell  through  the  darkness 
of  the  night  and  the  uncertainties  of  the  day, 
the  Salvation  Army  went  hand  in  hand  with 
our  boys  in  France.  Sympathy  and  prayers, 
issued  bounteously  with  doughnuts  and  choco- 
late, did  more  to  cheer  the  hearts  of  the  boys 
than   the  prospects   of  a  Croix  de  Guerre. 

Our  regiment  was  continually  on  the  move 
from  the  time  we  left  Humberville  until  we 
reached  Pont-a-Mousson,  two  days  after  the 
armistice  w^as  signed.  At  almost  every  water- 
ing place.  Pannes,  Beney,  Thiaucourt  and 
Boullionville,  we  were  treated  to  a  few  deli- 
cacies by  the  Salvation  Army,  but  did  not  have 
time  to  stop  for  the  spiritual  enlightment,  al- 
though the  spirit  diffused  by  the  donors  brought 
like  results.  However,  after  becoming  estab- 
lished at  Pont-a-Mousson  for  a  few  days,  three 
Salvation  Army  w^orkers  opened  a  hut  in  the 
city  and  the  chance  for  more  intimate  acquaint- 
ance became  possible.  These  workers  were 
Ensign  W.  L.  Price,  of  Savannah,  Ga.,  Captain 
Signa  L.  Saunders,  of  Minneapolis,  and  Lieu- 
tenant Myrtle  L.  Turkington,  of  South  Man- 
chester, Conn. 

Miss  Saunders  had  been  a  member  of  the 
Salvation  Army  for  several  years  before  en- 
tering the  Officers'  Training  School  at  Chicago 
in  1914.  She  finished  the  school,  after  six 
months'  training,  as  a  Lieutenant,  and  was 
made  a  Captain  a  year  and  a  half  later.  She 
came  to  France  on  the  same  ship  which  carried 
Ensign  Price,  the  French  liner  "Rochambeau." 
They  landed  at  Bordeaux  on  April  19,  1918. 
Her  first  appointment  was  Lagney,  to  w^hich 
place  she  was  sent  in  company  of  two  other 
women  workers.  The  condition  of  Lagney 
and  the  surrounding  country,  being  well  known 
to  us,  will  reveal  the  very  discouraging  field 
given  to  a  young  lady  just  coming  to  a  strange 
country  from  a  land  like  ours. 

Six  weeks  later  she  was  sent  to  the  St. 
Mihiel  front,  where  she  located  a  hut  in  L'Er- 
mitage  woods,  only  four  kilos  from  the  front 
line  trenches.  During  the  drive  she  and  her 
companions  were  doing  hospital  work  for 
Field  Hospital  No.  1 66,  42nd  Division.  One 
week   after  the  drive  they  followed   the  89th 


Division  to  Boullionville,  where  they  stayed 
for  ten  days,  then  moved  to  Thiaucourt  and 
remained  for  seven  weeks.  Miss  Saunders 
came  to  Pont-a-Mousson  the  early  part  of  De- 
cember with  Miss  Turkington,  whom  she  met 
in  L'Ermitage  woods,  and  Ensign  Price. 

Miss  Turkington  came  to  France  on  the 
French  ship  "Espagne,"  which  reached  port 
at  Bordeaux  on  December  17,  1917.  She 
came  as  a  cadet,  not  having  time  to  complete 
her  course  in  the  training  school  at  New  York 
City.  She  was  commissioned  as  a  Lieutenant 
in  March,  1918,  at  St.  Joire.  Her  first  ap- 
pointment was  Bonnet,  followed  by  St.  Joire, 
St.  Ansonville,  Menil  la  Tour,  Lagney,  Thiau- 
court, Bouillionville,  L'Ermitage  Woods  and 
Pont-a-Mousson. 

A  small  band  of  Salvation  Army  workers, 
among  whom  was  Miss  Turkington,  had  estab- 
lished a  hut  in  St.  Ansonville  and  were  work- 
ing with  the  26th  Division  when  the  German 
surprise  attack  was  made  on  the  night  of  April 
19th.  They  were  under  a  gas  barrage  from 
4:00  until  8:00  a.m.  After  the  Huns  had 
been  checked  the  hut  opened  and  served  hot 
chocolate  and  pies  to  the  tired  fighters.  This 
was  the  beginning  of  the  heavy  American  fight- 
ing. A  few  days  later  the  girls,  against  their 
wishes,  were  taken  farther  back  by  means  of 
a  buckboard  and  under  heavy  shell  fire.  Gen- 
eral Buck,  commanding  the  3rd  Division,  also 
made  them  leave  the  L'Ermitage  woods  during 
the  St.  Mihiel  drive. 

About  8:00  o'clock  in  the  evening  of  No- 
vember 1 0th,  while  Miss  Saunders  and  Miss 
Turkington  were  sitting  in  their  hut  at  Thiau- 
court writing  letters,  a  shrapnel  burst  just  out- 
side the  door,  splintering  it  and  casting  frag- 
ments of  stone,  wood,  lead  and  steel  about 
the  hut.  It  was  very  providential  that  the 
lives  of  the  girls  were  saved.  Many  dangerous 
happenings  fell  to  the  lot  of  the  Salvation 
Army  workers  at  the  front.  As  they  go  where 
they  are  most  needed  they  have  been  able  to 
see  the  greater  part  of  France. 

The  brave  men  and  women  of  the  Salvation 
Army  have  done  much  to  lighten  the  hearts 
of  soldiers,  to  encourage  and  inspire  them  and 
give  them  a  message  as  coming  from  home. 


—  182- 


At  no  period  in  its  career  did  the  Order  of  Knights  of  Colum- 
bus occupy  so  high  a  place  in  public  confidence  and  esteem  as  that 
reached   during  the  war. 

The  K.  of  C.  huts  in  Custer  were  very  popular  and  were  the 
scenes  of  many  entertainments,  athletic  contests  and  social  evenings. 
After  coming  overseas  it  was  not  our  fortune  to  be  near  a  K.  of  C. 
hut  until  w^e  reached  Pont-a-Mousson.  While  we  were  at  the  front 
the  K.  of  C.  cars  were  always  patrolling  the  dangerous  roads  and 
passing  out  cigarettes  and  chocolate  to  the  boys. 

Shortly  after  we  arrived  at  Pont-a-Mousson  a  hut  was  opened 
in  an  old  building  known  as  the  Hotel  de  la  Providence,  on  Rue 
Victor  Hugo.  It  was  under  the  direction  of  N.  P.  Bissonnette,  of 
Springfield,  Mass.,  assisted  by  Thomas  F.  Neary,  of  New  York  City. 

From  the  day  of  the  opening  the  popularity  of  the  place  was 
demonstrated.  An  average  of  over  fifteen  hundred  men  per  day 
were  served.  During  the  first  four  weeks  there  was  a  large  quantity 
of  merchandise  given  to  the  soldiers,  one  hundred  and  fifty  thou- 
sand sheets  of  writing  paper,  fifty  thousand  envelopes,  seven  thou- 
sand five  hundred  Missouri  meerschaums,  twenty-five  thousand 
packages  of  tobacco,  one  million  cigarettes,  three  hundred  pounds 
of  chewing  tobacco,  ten  cases  of  condensed  milk,  ten  thousand 
packages  of  chewing  gum,  five  thousand  cakes  of  soap,  two  thou- 
sand five  hundred  packs  of  playing  cards  and  hundreds  of  mis- 
cellaneous items.  This  is  only  an  example  of  the  great  work  done 
by  the  K.  of  C.  and  other  organizations  of  like  nature. 

Before  leaving  Pont-a-Mousson  the  managers  of  the  local  hut 
called  on  us  and  expressed  their  appreciation  of  the  courtesies 
extended  to  them  by  the  329th  men.  They  also  stated  that  the 
hut  would  remain  open  as  long  as  any  troops  were  quartered  in 
the  city. 


183  — 


I  ^^- 


Buddy  'o  Mine 

Our  hardships  together  are  over  and  done, 

Buddy  O'   Mine. 
We're  due  for  our  share  of  the  play  and  the  fun. 

Buddy  O'  Mine. 
We're  finee  with   cootie,   with  flu  and   with   Hun, 
But  where  can  we  equal  the  pep  o'  that  gun, 
The  "soixante  quinze"  baby  we  served  on  the  run? 

Buddy  O'   Mine. 

The   wearisome   road-hikes   are   things   of   the   past. 

Buddy  O'  Mine. 
We're  back  in  the  place  of  our  dreams  now  at  last. 

Buddy  O'   Mine. 
We  can  look  for  our  thrills  without  orders  or  caste. 
But  where  can  we  find  'em  so  sure  and  so  fast 
As  we  did  helping  Babie  nail  Huns  to  the  mast? 

Buddy  O'  Mine. 

There's  little  we'll  miss  of  the  old  army  days. 

Buddy  O'  Mine. 
We  never  will  yearn  for  the  old   "red  tape"   ways, 

Buddy  O'   Mine. 
But  when  memory  pictures  the  flash  through  the  haze. 
We'll  have  nothing  but  pride  and  abundance  of  praise 
For  the  spitfire  that  taught  us  the  friendship  that  stays, 

Buddy  O'  Mine. 


—  185 


"Goodbye,  Jim:    Take 
keer  of  yours'f." 


186 


329th 
Directory 


DIRECTORY 

329th  FIELD  ARTILLERY,  A.  E.  F. 

REGIMENTAL 

CAMPBELL,  TILMAN,  Colonel 4  Front  Street,  Memphis,  Tenn. 

LOTHROP,  GEORGE,  V.  N.,  Major Union  Trust  Building,  Detroit,  Mich. 

BRADY,  OSCAR,  Captain 117  Illinois  Street,  Battle  Creek,  Mich. 

BOWEN,  PAUL  M.,  Captain 1145  Woodward  Avenue,  Detroit,  Mich. 

BOOTH,  WARREN  S.,  Captain Birmingham,  Mich. 

BARRETT,  LESLIE,  P.,  Captain Prospect  Street,  Ann  Arbor,  Mich. 

CADMAN,  PAUL  F.,  Captain 2130  San  Jose  Avenue,  Alameda,  Cal. 

MOREHEAD,  LOUIS  G.,  Captain 120  West  Walnut  Street,  Greenfield,  Ind. 

A  BATTERY 

MOORE,  JUNIUS  H.,  Major 1108  Virginia  Street,  Charlestown,  West   Va. 

HAYES,  CHARLES  A.,  First  Lieutenant Chippewa  Falls,  Wisconsin 

CARRICO,  WILLIAM  R.,  Second  Lieutenant 777  Jefferson  Avenue,  Detroit,  Mich. 

GORHAM,  CHESTER  A.,  Second  Lieutenant Mt.  Pleasant,  Mich. 

ABBOTT.  CHARLES,  Pvt.,  1st  CI.                          CLIFFORD,  ELISHA,  Pvt.  GIES,  HAROLD,  Pvt. 

457  Trumbull  Avenue,                                                    R.  F.  D.  No.  1.  361  Antietam  Street. 

Detroit.  Michigan                                                             Shiloh.  Ionia  County,  Michigan  Detroit,  Michigan 

AHRENS.  HARTZELL  F.,  Sgt.                                 COCHRAN,  GEORGE  P.,  Pvt.  GILBERTSON,  JOHN  S.,  Pvt. 

78  East  Euclid  Avenue,                                                  R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  302  Helen  Avenue, 

Detroit  Michigan                                                              Marysville,  Georgia  Detroit,  Michigan 

ALDRICH,  CLIFFORD  C,  Pvt.                               COLLIAN,  DANIEL  A.,  Pvt.  GODWIN,  EDWARD  B.,  Pvt. 

456  Hillger  Avenue.                                                          208  Pitcher  Street,  R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Detroit,  Michigan                                                                  Detroit,  Michigan  Lennon,  Michigan 

ANDERSON,  WILLIAM,  Pvt.                                  COLLINS,  WILLIAM  R.,  Pvt.  HANSON,  CLARENCE  C.  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

417  Cleveland  Street,                                                       145  Williams  Street,  914  West  Seventh  Street, 

Detroit.  Michigan                                                             Samia,  Ontario,  Canada  Eugene,  Oregon 

ANDREWS.  WELLS  H.,  Corp.                                  CONKLIN,  MARK  E.,  Mec.  HALL,  HARRY  M.,  Corp. 

Cicero,  New  York                                                             R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  901  Georgia  Street, 

ANSON    CHARLES  P     Sgt                                                 Flushing,  Michigan  Birmingham,  Ala. 

187  Lock  Street,      "                                                 COSTAS,  JOHN,  Pvt.  HARRINGTON,  GLENN  C,  Pvt. 

Lockport,  New  York                                                        290  Michigan  Avenue,  528  West  Seventh  Street, 

ARNOLD   ERIC    Pvt    1st  CI.                                                 Detroit,  Michigan  Leadville,  Colorado 

141  Quebec  Street.  East,                                        COULSON.  FRED,  Pvt.  HAVENS,  GEORGE  M.,  Pvt. 

Guelph,  Ontario,  Canada                                               R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  124  East  Allegan  Street, 

ATHERS    TAMES  D     Pvt                                                    Ionia,  Michigan  Lansing,  Michigan 

48  Gorham  Street!                                                   DAMOUR,  JOSEPH  J.,  Pvt.  HELLERMAN,  WILLIAM  W.,  Pvt. 

West  Somerville.  Massachusetts                                     503  Bangor  Street,  729  Molke  Avenue, 

BAILEY    DONALD  A..  Pvt.                                               Bay  City,  Michigan  Scranton,  Pennsylvania 

160  Gladstone  Avenue.                                              DAVIS,  HARRY  D.,  Corp.  HERBERT,  WILLIAM  E.,  Pvt. 

Detroit.  Michigan                                                                  22  Grove  Street,  Hubbell,  Michigan 

BALMER,  THOMAS,  Pvt.                                                   Providence,  Rhode  Island  HILL,  EARL  F.,  Pvt. 

76  Abbott  Street,                                                     DELMAR,  JOHN  W.,  Pvt.  P.  O.  Box  No.  130,  R.  F.  D.  No.  5, 

Detroit.  Michigan                                                             187  Northwestern  Avenue,  Reed  City,  Michigan 

BEARD,  LAURANCE  P.,  Sgt.                                           Detroit,  Michigan  HOUSTON,  ROBERT  A.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

2478  Lagonda  Avenue.                                           DOBBINS,  FLOYD  E..  Pvt.  1st  CI.  R-  F-  D.  No.  26, 

Springfield,  Ohio                                                               11,929  Woodland  Avenue,  Delta,  Ohio 

BEEBE,  RALPH  B.,  Corp.                                                   Cleveland,  Ohio  HOVDE,  ERIK  O.,  Mec. 

409  South  Burdick  Street,                                     DOMBROWSKI    ANTHONY    Pvt.  ^^  Brainard  Street, 

Kalamazoo,  Michigan                                                     31  Hope  Street,                      '         *  Detroit,  Michigan 

BONDY,  WILLIAM  W,  Corp.                                           Perry,  New  York  HOWARD,  JOSEPH,  Pvt. 

1215  Lafayette  Blvd..  West,                                 T-iDncTP-    -rmrnrinipii-  t     o,„  General  Delivery 

Detroit,  Michigan                                                    DRC^TE,  THEODORE  J..  Pvt.  Dublin,  Canada 

BOWER.  GEORGE  L.,  Hs.                                                  Eagle    Michigan  HUGHES,  GEORGE  T.,  Pvt. 

Flushing,  Michigan                                                      „„„„,,.     ^.„,    „     „  725  East  Fifth  Avenue, 

BOWIE,  ALBERT.  Pvt.                                                   °"^4^7"she^m?n''A''ven?e'-  ^''"*'  ^'*-«''" 

287  Wabash  Avenue,                                                       Detroit    Michigan  HULBURD,  FRED  G.,  Corp 

Detroit,  Michigan                                                                           '  Care  George  A.  Drake  &  Co., 

BRADLEY   DAVID  B     Corp                                     ENGLES,  CHARLES  B.,  Pvt.  Detroit,  Michigan 

Linden.'  Michigan.  RFD.    '                                                ^56  Fourth  Avenue.  HUNDSHAMER.  FRANK  D.,  Cook 

BRAKE    EDWARD  P     Pvt    1st  CI                                     Detroit.  Michigan  igig  Qridgman  Street, 

Potosi    Wisc^Sn                                                     EDMONDSON.  RAY.  Corp.  Flint,  Michigan 

RROWN   WII  I  lAM  L     Pvt                                               311  West  Warren  Avenue,  HYDON.  FRANK  M.,  Sgt. 

Sral  Delivery                                                               '°"''°'''  ^'ch.gan  Skaneateles,  New  York 

Jane  Lew.  West  Virginia                                       FADIE,  FRED  A..  Pvt.  IRVINE,  LAWRENCE  R.,  Pvt. 

RIIRKF    WTI  I  lAM  H     Pvt                                               ^-  ^-  ^-  ^°-  ■*•  834  Franklin  Street, 

"   23  Ea!^  Brooktae  Sireet,-                                              Cass  City,  Michigan  Detroit,  Michigan 

Boston.  Massachusetts                                           FEDEWA,  OTTO  J.,  Pvt.  JARMEY,  DWAIN  C,  Pvt. 

BURSTALL,  RUDOLPH,  Pvt.                                           Fowler,  Michigan  315  Porter  St reet , 

246  Beals  Avenue,                                                   FENN,  HARVEY  A.,  Pvt.  °''"°'*'            T,".„  „     „ 

Detroit.  Michigan                                                                  526  Concord  Avenue,  JARRENDT,  WILLIAM  H.,  Pvt. 

CASOGLOS.  GUST.  Pvt.                                                           Detroit.  Michigan  166-28th  Street, 

Care  W.  R.  Decker,  RFD.  No.  5,                       FRALEIGH.  THOMAS,  Corp.  ,r..,?J^,°'^^^^^^T^   Pvt    1«  ri 

Pontiac.  Michigan                                                            Care  Mrs.  O.  Gibbs.  J^^J^y-^?^"^/?'  ^^l  'h-3u„„ 

CHALL,  ALBERT  E.,  Corp.                                               Goodells,  Michigan  R .  F-  D.  No.  4,  Care  Archie  Glann. 

850  Seventeenth  Street,                                             p-RAVFR    I  OITI<5  H     Pv,  Flint,  Michigan 

Detroit.  Michigan                                                                  l^flixVh  Street  '  JONES,  EDGAR  S,.  Corp, 

^"1.Tfd^^^}l'?hif  a"^^''^"  °-  ^"-                                 De^tr^oit^'^M^^h^'an  kt^^'i^^.^^t.^.^n 

^«  Y8*^Ml?=uf  ^^^  ^-  ^^'-  '-'  "■               °'^t-"^tf^f -'  "■'  ""■  '^^^l^rBX^rl^t.  ''-• 

Wi^tor  Ontario,  Canada                                             D"™"'  **"='"«='"  Detroit,  Michigan 

CHAVEZ,  THOMAS,  Pvt.                                           '^^^If^^.^P'^^^^'  ^'"-  KECK,  CHARLES  F.,  Pvt. 

General  Deliverv                                                                    51  Pellesier  Street,  R.  F.  D.  No.  1. 

San  Francisco?  California                                               Windsor,  Ontario,  Canada  Laingsburg,  Michigan 

CHMIELEWSKI    JOSEPH  S     Pvt                          GENTILINIS,  NICHOLAS,  Pvt.  KELLEY,  WILLIAM  A.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

976  Joseph  Campau.              '                                               222  Brush  Street,  3515  Robin  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan                                                            Detroit,  Michigan  Fhnt,  Michigan 

CHOLETTE    OLIVER  L.,  Pvt.                                 GENUNG,  HARRY  W.,  Pvt.  1st  CI.  KENDZIORA,  JOHN,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

131  Linwood  Avenue,                                                      R.  F.  D.  No.  1,  672  Canfield  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan                                                            Decatur,  Michigan  Detroit,  Michigan 

—  189  — 


KLEIN,  WILLIAM,  Pvt. 

P.  O.  Box  No.  153, 

Pewamo,  Ionia  County,  Michigan 
KNIGHT.  THOMAS  HALE,  Sad. 

6106  North  Paulina  Street, 

Chicago,  Illinois 
KORTE,  ADOLPH  G.,  Pvt. 

92  Tombstone  Canyon, 

Bisbee,  Arizona 
KUNERT,  FRANK,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

226  Rhons  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
LAGROU,  JOHN  A.,  Corp. 

517  Chalmers  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
LA  ROSE,  PHILLIP,  Pvt. 

634  Lockwood  Street, 

Alpena,  Michigan 
LEMMEN,  JOHN  B.,  Corp. 

Box  No.  15,  R.  F.  D.  No.  10, 

Holland,  Michigan 
LIPPOLD,  ALFRED,  C,  Pvt. 

406  South  Oak  Street, 

Escanaba,  Michigan 
LOWERY,  DAVID  L.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3, 

Tecumseh,  Michigan 
LYONS,  RALPH  W.,  Sgt. 

Bluffs,  Illinois 
MACLEOD.  HERBERT,  Pvt. 

1463  St.  Lawrence  Avenue, 

Bronx,  New  York 
McCONKEY,  GEORGE,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

Box  No.  1, 

Pocatello,  Idaho 
McCRUMB,  GLENN  E.,  Pvt. 

1106  Michigan  Avenue, 

Ann  Arbor,  Michigan 
McDONALD,  THOMAS  J.,  Corp. 

119  East  Palmer  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
McGUIRE,  JAMES,  Pvt. 

163  East  Congress  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
McHUGH,  WILFRED,  Pvt. 

56  Commonwealth  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
McKinn,  George  H.,  Pvt. 

Jefferson,  Green  Coimty,  Pennsylvania 
MALLUS,  GUST,  Hs. 

290  Michigan  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MANSON,  ARTHUR  C,  Corp. 

844  South  Lyman  Avenue, 

Oak  Park,  Illinois 
MATTER,  EDWARD  J.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

St.  Johns,  Michigan 
MATUNES,  ADAM,  Pvt. 

1764-52nd  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MELCHERS,  RUDY,  Pvt. 

600  Fitzhugh  Street, 

Saginaw,  Michigan 
MELICK,  FRANCIS  C,  Corp. 

Centerburg,  Ohio 
MILLER,  MYRON,  Sup.  Sgt. 

907  Majestic  Building, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MODROK,  FRANK,  Cook 

422  Calumet  Street, 

Laurium,  Michigan 
MORITZ,  EDWARD  T.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Fowler,  Michigan 
MULLIN,  CHARLES,  Pvt. 

Rexton,  Michigan 
MURPHY,  LOUIS  A.,  Pvt. 

62  Greenwood  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MYERS,  ALBERT  C,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 

St.  Johns,  Michigan 
NASH,  JOSEPH  A.,  Pvt. 

506  McKinstry  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
NIESLUCHOWSKI,  STANLEY,  Pvt. 

1233  McDougal  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
NORTHRUP,  VERNON  W.,  Pvt. 

21  Grove  Street, 

Geneva,  New  York 
NOWAK,  STEPHEN  W.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

415  Woodward  Avenue,  Hoffman  Hotel, 

Detroit,  Michigan 

OCKERT,  EDWARD,  Pvt. 

Remus,  Michigan 
ODLE,  HENRY  W.,  Pvt. 

Applegate,  Michigan 
OEKMKE,  HENRY  H.,  Pvt. 

145  Amdt  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 


OLSON,  HUGO  P.,  Pvt. 

1302  Wells  Street, 

Chicago,  Illinois 
ORBANSKI,  JOHN,  Bug. 

658  John  R.  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
PATTERSON,  CHARLIE  F.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

Monitor,  Washington 
PAUL,  SAM,  Pvt. 

167  Monroe  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
or 

Malona,  Island  of  Rhodes, 

Aegean  Sea 
PERRY,  WARD  R.,  Corp. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Grand  Blanc,  Michigan 
PETERS,  MAX,  Pvt. 

148  Fairview  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
PETERS,  WILFRED  A.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

95  Greenwood  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
PETERSON,  GODFRED  O.,  Pvt. 

416  Dexter  Street, 

Ionia,  Michigan 
PETZKE,  ARTHUR  E.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Caledonia,  Racine  County,  Wisconsin 
PHILLIPS,  SELWYN  E.,  Pvt. 

403  Marquette  Street, 

Bay  City,  Michigan 
PIKEN,  SAM,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

244  Farnsworth  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
PONTIUS,  FRED  M.,  Chief  Mec. 

26  Antonette  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
POULLS,  HARRY,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

115-117  East  Adams  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
PROPOR,  GLENN  D,,  Corp. 

Linden,  Michigan 
RACHWITZ,  WILLIAM  C,  Pvt. 

538  }/2  Tennyson  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
RANOWSKI,  GEROGE  A.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

P.  O.  Box  No.  284, 

Corunna,  Michigan 

REARDON,  WILLIAM  D.,  Pvt. 
234  Petosky  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

REAZIN,  THOMAS  H.,  Sgt. 
Care  Miss  Maude  Lawson, 
637  Fourth  Avenue, 
Dayton,  Kentucky 

REISIG,  HARRY  G.,  Sgt. 
2320  Poplar  Street, 
Port  Huron,  Michigan 

RENNER,  LEO  F.,  1st  Sgt. 

613  West  Washington  Street, 
Hagerstown,  Maryland 

RICE,  MARK  P.,  Pvt. 

720-726  Grand  River  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

REIGER,  EDWARD  A.,  Pvt. 
206—  Meridan  Street, 
Indianapolis,  Indiana 

RINDERKNECHT,  HARRY,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 
1116  Forest  Avenue, 
St.  Louis,  Missouri 

ROBINSON,  DANIEL  T.,  Pvt. 
R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 
Brimley,  Michigan 

ROOT,  ERNEST  E.,  Cook 
520  Erie  Street, 
Lansing,  Michigan 

RYBICKI,  STEVEN  J.,  Pvt. 
730  Hancock  Avenue,  East, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

SCHAEFER,  GEORGE,  Pvt. 
1 709  Queen  City  Avenue, 
Cincinnati,  Ohio 

SCHMITZ,  PETER,  Pvt. 
R    F.  D.  No.  3, 
St.  Johns,  Michigan 

SCHROEDER,  ELMER  C,  Pvt. 
R.  F.  D.  No.  3, 
Mt.  Clemens,  Michigan 

SCHULTZ,  GEORGE  J.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 
736  North  Dewey  Street, 
Owosso,  Michigan 

SEEGER,  WILLIAM  P.,  Pvt. 
De  Witt,  Michigan 

SEYMOUR,  MITCHELL,  Pvt. 
496  Brush  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

SHEA,  JAMES,  Corp. 

215  Milwaukee  Avenue,  West, 
Detroit,  Michigan 


SHEEDY,  DANIEL  F.,  Sgt. 

Care  Mrs.  Florence  Bodie. 

100  East  High  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SHIELS,  LEO  W.,  Pvt. 

Box  No.  122, 

Hubbardston,  Ionia  County,  Michigan 
SMITH,  HERMAN,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

21  Bates  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SMITH,  HOWARD  M.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

General  Delivery, 

Clio,  Michigan     . 
SMITH,  JOHN  O.,  Corp. 

791  Miller  Avenue, 

Columbus,  Ohio 

SMURTHWAITE,  PERCY  T.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

135  West  Newall  Street, 

Flint,  Michigan 
SOUTHARD,  SIMON  C,  Pvt. 

Addison,  Michigan 
STADLER,  CLARENCE  L.,  Pvt. 

142  Moran  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
STANISZEWSKI,  BRON,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

141  East  Canfield  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
STANISZEWSKI,  JOSEPH,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

141  East  Canfield  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
STODDARD,  RAY  C,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Brown  City,  Michigan 
STROSTER,  EDWARD  A.,  Pvt. 

401  Welsh  Avenue, 

Wilmerding,  Pa. 
SUVER,  PHILIP,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

708  Locust  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SZUMIAK,  JOHN,  Hs. 

440  Grandy  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
TEETS,  THOMAS  J.,  Pvt. 

P.  O.  Box  No.  42, 

Shelldrake,  Michigan 

THOMPSON,  WALTER  H.,  Pvt. 

177  Franklin  Street, 

Manistee,  Michigan 
THORPE,  OLIVER  A.,  Bug. 

6238  Michigan  Avenue, 

Chicago,  Illinois 
TOMASZEWSKI,  STEPHEN  F.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

40  Congress  Street,  East, 

Care  Loyal  Order  of  Moose, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
TWA,  WESLEY  S.,  Cook 

Box  No.  288, 

Crystal  Falls,  Michigan 
URBAN,  CHARLES,  Pvt. 

115  Playfair  Street, 

Hamtramck,  Michigan 
VRANA,  CHARLES,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 

Racine,  Wisconsin 
WASSELL,  CHARLES  S.,  Mec. 

78  Auburn  Avenue, 

Highland  Park,  Michigan 
WATKINS,  NEVIN  C,  Pvt. 

225  Oakley  Place,  N.  E., 

Grand  Rapids,  Michigan 
WEBER,  LOUIS  J.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 

Wallet  Lake,  Michigan 
WELCH,  ROY,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3, 

Linden,  Michigan 
WELSH,  JOHN  P.,  Corp. 

Brownstown,  Indiana 
WHITE,  WILLIAM,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 

Brimley,  Michigan 
WILLIAMS,  GUST,  Corp. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3, 

Grand  Blanc,  Michigan 
WILLIAMS,  STANLEY  H.,  Pvt. 

234  Atkinson  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
WILLS,  LEWIS  G.,  Pvt.  1st  CI 

420  Pallister  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
YESKE,  FRED  W.,  Sgt. 

706  Pine  Street, 

St.  Joe,  Michigan 
ZABA,  JOSEPH,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

R-6,  Box  No.  48, 

Union  Grove,  Wisconsin 
ZEHRUNG,  IRA  E.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

Pendleton,  Oregon 
ZIMMER,  ALVIS  C,  Sgt. 

Care  Dr.  C.  E.  Hershey, 

172  East  Market  Street, 

Tiffin,  Ohio 
ZUCCA,  PETER  v..  Mess  Sgt. 
101  East  Canfield  Avenue 
Detroit,  Michigan 


190  — 


B  BATTERY 

FRAZIER,  CECIL  A.,  Captain 3424  Harold  Avenue,  Berwin,  111. 

CURTIS,  DALE  C,  First  Lieutenant 849  Stanley  Avenue,  Detroit,  Mich. 

SARGENT,  JULIAN  D.,  First  Lieutenant 375  Lake  Drive,  Milwaukee,  Wis. 

ACKERT,  CHAS.  P.,  Second  Lieutenant 5547  Chamberlin  Avenue,  St.  Louis,  Mo. 

GOBLE,  DAN,  Second  Lieutenant Kentucky 

ACKERMAN.  HERMAN,  Corp.  CORRIGAN.  MAX  L.,  Pvt.  GUISBERT,  JOHN  H.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

201  East  Navarre  Street,                 -  3995  Castelman  Avenue,  Gilford,  Michigan 

South  Bend,  Indiana  St.  Louis,  Missouri  GUSTAFSON,  WILFRED  A.,  Sgt. 

ACKERT.  CHAS.  P..  2nd  Lieutenant,  COLBY,  WILLIAM,  Corp.  202  Westminister  Avenue, 

5547  Chamberlain  Avenue,  R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Detroit,  Michigan 

St.  Louis,  Missouri  Laingsburg,  Michigan  HAIGHT    CHARLES  R     Pvt 

ADAMS,  GORDON  v.,  Corp.  CREIGHTON,  ARTHUR  L.,  Pvt.  1507  Arlington  Avenue, 

136  Clinton  Street,  R.  F.  D.  No.  5,  Flint,  Michigan 

Alpena,  Michigan  Portland,  Michigan  HAINER,  WELBY   Pvt. 

ALVEREZ    RAMON,  Pvt.  CROWELL,  MORRIS,  Pvt.  144  East  High  Street, 

289  Rombley  Avenue,  158  Franklin  Street,  Detroit,  Michigan 

Detroit,  Michigan  Manistee,  Michigan  HALL,  LEON  O.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

ARMSTRONG,  LEIGHTON  F.,  Sgt.  ^"^„Ti^l;  ^i  I^ALE,  1st  Lieutenant  14  Cooley  Street, 

936  Peck  Street  **'  Stanley  Avenue,  Pontiac,  Michigan 

Muskegon,  Michigan  Detroit,  Michigan  HAMEL,  JOSEPH,  Pvt. 

A<?FI  TTNF    FRANK  E     Pvt  DALE,  THOMAS  R.,  Pvt.  R.  F.  D.  No.  5, 

215  S     th  S               St  e  t  Morgantown,  South  Carolina  Pontiac.  Michigan 

Owosso   MicWgaiT      '  '  '  DARGA,  JOSEPH  W.,  Pvt.  HART,  JAMES  T.,  Pvt. 

.     .,.„.T,    »,«.,....  »Tr     e.  87  Canter  Street,  16  Howland  Street, 

BALTER,  NATHAN  I.,  Sgt.  Detroit,  Michigan  Grand  Rapids,  Michigan 

De'troft    MichT^m"'  DAVY,  EDWARD  A.,  Sgt.         "  HARTOG,  GEORGE  DEN.  Corp. 

uetroit,  Micnigan  j^   p    j^    ^^^    j^  3(,5  Monroe  Street. 

BAIN,  VERNE,  Pvt.  Hendersonville,  Tennessee  Monroe,  Michigan 

R.  F.  D-  No.  1,  DAW,  ALFRED  R.,  Sgt.  HAWKINS,  DELBERT  E.,  Pvt. 

Byron,  Michigan  ^gg  ^,3^3  Avenue,  General  Delivery, 

BAGARIS,  GEO.  G.,  Cook  Detroit,  Michigan  Hart,  Michigan 

FilmonfoWo  ^'"'  DEAL,  JAY  J.,  Pvt.  HARMAN,  CHARLES  O.,  Corp. 

Fremont,  Ohio  Graeral  Delivery,  Box  104,  R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

BARRETT,  JAMES  H.,  Corp.  Jonesville,  Michigan  Baroda,  Michigan 

D«roi7,^"?Sfga1."""'-  DOOLEN,  BENJAMIN  F..  Pvt.  ""^"^Mi^^MfcSfi^n  ^^'^^°^^  ^-  ^^^ 

_  Cif^fral  npliverv  iviio,  Michigan 

BARTOSEWICH    KOSTANTY.  Pvt.  K^muLie   IlSis  HIMELHOCH,  WILLIAM,  Sgt. 

Detroit    MicWga^"  DONNELLY,  JAMES  P.,  Pvt.  318  Ferry  Avenue,  East, 

BAIIT   FRANK  F^vt  536  Bagg  Street,  Detroit,  Michigan 

^"""Ib  H^'udfon  S^'eft:'-  D"-''-  Michigan  HOLZER.  WILLIAM  J.,  Sgt. 

Detroit,  Michigan  DOYLE.^KENNETH  W,  Sgt.  MiUbrSik'^'Mickgan         . 

^^""jleSou^rJe^Aviiue,'-  D«-''.  M-»igan'  HONSINGER    ELMER  E.,  Corp. 

Detroit,  Michigan  DREYFUS,  MILTON  D.,  Pvt.  R«=^<='  Michigan 

HK-Mi-ii-i     Amaciitsi     d„.  1222  South  12th  Street,  HORNBECK,  DANIEL  E.,  L.  Corp. 

r^^    •  Yii,-'^^  •'••  *^"'  Birmingham,  Alabama  168  Tennyson  Avenue, 

wTstphaUa    Sigan  DRUMMOND,  ROYAL  W..  Pvt.  „„J!!f  l^"^  ''"''■  ^'■="«"' 

HFwrMANN    ATFRFDF     Pvt  426  E.  Lovel  Street,  HORTON,  GLEN,  Pvt. 

BERGMANN,  ALFRED  E.,  Pvt.  Kalamazoo,  Michigan  R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Box  No.  25, 

ilst"jor?an   MTchigan  EAGLING,  LLOYD,  Corp.  ^rt.lT^^"'^'^^'.^'^ ^'^  o 

m  ANrHin    tamf<?  f    Pvt  R-  F-  D-  No.  3,  HUGHSON,  ROBERT  G.,  Pvt. 

^  1?      ««•■?    '^^     •     '  Lachine,  Michigan  233  Fullerton  Avenue', 

BODNEr'tACOBM     Pvt  EDDY,  CHARLES  M.,  Sgt.  Detroit,  Michigan 

°°°l^6Twift''i°fn5'str«  :  Horton,  Michigan  JACKSON    ALEXANDER  D.,  Pvt. 

Cleveland.  Ohio  EISENBERG,  DAVID,  Pvt.  Glasgow   Scotfand 

BOWMAN   FRED  E.,  Pvt.  1st  CI.  De'troft!  M^llgan ''  JAROSZ,  Jo'sEPH,  Pvt. 

CambHdgf:  England  EVEREST   MARSHALL  A.,  Pvt.  slgTuaT  Mifhlg^' 

BRENNEN,  JOHN  W.,  Pvt.  Hubbard?tori«chigan  JASPER,  JOHN.  Pvt. 

KaUmazoo.  Michigan  FINUCAN,  JOHN  T..  Pvt.  Det/oit^Mfchi^an""  ^'""' 

nwTNKMAN   FRNF«!TB    Pvt  Care  Jefferson  Avenue,  Detroit,  Michigan 

^''Tl'^  Ea^^b^uftSfltTe^t-;  '^'-  D""".  Michigan  JOHNSON,  JOE   Pvt 

Kalamazoo,  Michigan  FINDLAY    DON  L.,  Corp.  LmoTMichigan' 

BI'OWN   WILLIAM  EPvt^  geese,  M^higaii  KELLY.  JASPER  H.,  Pvt. 

313  Kast  Jefferson  Avenue,  '              *•         _  ^oc  Wam*.,-  Au/>n.t^ 

Detroit,  Michigan  FINGER,  LEO  J.,  L.  Corp.    .  Detroit   MichuT' 

UBiTiMFl?    T  ANDFN  I      Pvt  Camp  Douglass,  Wisconsin  L>etroit,  Micmgan 

^''"^  F^b':  n'^^S^''  ''•■  ^^-  FLOOD,  FRANCIS,  Cook  '^^^Ji^lfJkl^^.?^''^  ''-  ''"'• 

Hickory.  North  Carolina  l.'eJerbor'o^'anada  Port'lJithirr'canada 

BUCHANAN,  WM.  G.,  Pvt.  feterboro.  l,anaaa  KFNNFDV   ROV  R     Pvt 

2936  W.  Grand  Blvd.,  FOX,  JOSEPH  T.,  L.  Corp.  ^neTal  DeliJerv" 

Detroit,  Michigan  Troy,  New  York  gSf^rd^MiSn 

BURNS,  GEORGE  H.,  Pvt.  FRAZIER,  CECIL  A.,  Captain  KNEE   HAVILAND  L    Pvt 

R   F   D   No    2,  3424  Harold  Avenue,  on'/f^i       iT    c.     T'l^  V 

i^           .»■  L-  Tal™,....    TM;..r^:o  20  Columbia  Strcct,  East, 

Perry.  Michigan  Berwyn,  "l-nois  Detroit.  Michigan 

^"'V?^.i'^??.'^^.^  ^-  ^^'-  ^^G^JSd^uZv-  KNEELAND,  HAROLD  C.  Pvt. 

BUSTANCE,  GEORGE  W.,  Pvt.  FUERST,  JOSEPH  J.,  Pvt.  KOBEL   BERNARD  E     Pvt 

R   F    D   No   3  963  Frederick  Avenue,  KOBKL.,  tJEKN  AKU  u...  fin. 

«.     .       ■..      ».-V-  T^  .  „■*    i,ff:..K:»..«  506  Huron  Avenue. 

ClarksviUe,  Michigan  Detroit,  Michigan  ^^^.^^  ^.^^^  Michigan 

^""^i-nf  n-  ^°^^  ha'''"-  °*^^I  H^l^motd  Ave^uf''  KOGLSHATZ.  EDGAR  R.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

205  Greenwood  Avenue,  218  Hamrnond  Avenue,  531  Lincoln  Avenue, 

Jackson,  Michigan  Detroit,  Michigan  Detroit,  Michigan 

CHAIT,  JAKE,  Pvt.  GOBLE,  DANIEL  C.,  2nd  Lieutenant  KOTLIER,  SAMUEL  E.,  Pvt. 

216  East  Elliot  Street,  Gannelton,  Indiana  3gj  Alfred  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan  GOLDBERG,  HARRY,  Pvt.  Detroit,  Michigan 

COFFMAN,  ROLAND  S.,  Pvt.  5339  Minerva  Avenue,  KLEIN,  LOUIS.  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  St.  Louis,  Missouri  Hopkinsville,  Kentucky 

Eldorado  Springs,  Missouri  GAMBURD,  JOSEPH,  Pvt.  KRAMER,  ALEX.  M.,  Pvt. 

CALACICCO,  GREGORIO,  Bugler  142  Adley  Street,  141  Medbury  Blvd., 

90  Swanton  Street,  Detroit,  Michigan  Detroit,  Michigan 

Winchester,  Massachusetts  GUINNER,  HERMAN  L.,  Corp.  KUEUBLER,  ADOLPH  H.,  Pvt. 

COLLELO,  JOSEPH,  Pvt.  4216  N.  Nesstcad  Avenue,  58  Cummings  Street, 

Bari   per  Triggialo,  Italy  St.  Louis,  Missouri  Irvington,  New  Jersey 

COOK,  REUBEN  B..  Pvt.  GORIN,  HYMAN,  Pvt.  LARKINS,  HARRY  V.,  Pvt. 

GCTcral  Delivery.  63  Bartlett  Street,  808  W.  First  Street, 

Lake  Odessa,  Michigan  Brooklyn,  New  York  Bloomington,  Indiana 

—  191  — 


LARSON.  GILBERT  H.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

2933  Lyndale  Street, 

Chicago,  Illinois 
LAYER,  CLARENCE  E.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

Unionville,  Michigan 
LEE,  HERBERT  C,  Pvt. 

222  High  Street,  West, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
LENHARDT,  LORENZ,  Pvt. 

Orrville,  Ohio 
LEWIS,  GLENN  W.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

Box  No.  173. 

Caro.  Michigan 
LIGHT,  SIDNEY  D.,  Sgt. 

1714  N.  Michigan  Avenue. 

Saginaw,  Michigan 
LING,  EDWARD  G.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Bancroft,  Michigan 
LITTLE,  ARTHUR.  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4. 

Cass  City,  Michigan 
LEOTZ,  CARL  A.,  Mec. 

23  Magill  Street. 

Manistee,  Michigan 
LUFT,  ORVEL  L.,  Pvt. 

710  Shiawassee  Street, 

Owosso,  Michigan 
LUTEY,  RUSSEL  J.,  Pvt. 

705  First  Street, 

Ishpheming,  Michigan 
LUTTON,  REED  J.,  Pvt. 

608  Toad  Avenue, 

EUwood,  Pennsylvania 
McBRIDE.  OSMER,  Pvt. 

General  Delivery. 

Brimley,  Michigan 
McCARTY,  EARLE  D.,  Sgt. 

Thamesford,  Ontario,  Canada 
McCAUSEY,  FLOYD,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4, 

Portland,  Michigan 

McDonald,  Arthur  j.,  Pvt. 

313  Courtland  Avenue. 

Detroit,  Michigan 
McKEE,  RALPH  E.,  Corp. 

183  Marston  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
McKINNON,  JOHN  W.,  Pvt. 

General  Delivery, 

Goderich,  Canada 
McKOWN,  ADNA,  W.,  Pvt. 

General  Delivery. 

Booth  Bay  Harbor,  Maine 
MANCHESTER,  REID  C,  Corp. 

Oxford,  Wisconsin 
MACKEY,  CHARLES,  Pvt. 

1068  Fairview  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MACKIE,  JOHN  E.,  Pvt. 

Box  No.  78, 

Rudyard,  Michigan 
MARBLE,  JOHN  A.,  Pvt. 

General  Delivery, 

Liberty,  New  York 
MATTERN,  JAMES,  Pvt. 

541  Court  Street, 

Sault  Ste.  Marie.  Michigan 
MARZO,  Vinccnzo,  Pvt. 

202  East  Nallen  Avenue, 

Altoona.  Pennsylvania 
MEYERS,  CLARENCE  E.,  Pvt. 

633  Village  Street, 

Kalamazoo,  Michigan 
MELTON,  WILLIAM  R.,  Sgt. 

,  6  Beresford,  Detroit 
MOORE,  DAVE  F,,  Pvt. 

Box  No.  24, 

Clinton,  Michigan 
MORRIS,  JOHN  A.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

Chaple  Square.  Crowlas  Lugdvan, 

Cornwall,  England 
MORRISH,  HAROLD  M.,  Pvt. 

809  Ann  Arbor  Street, 

Flint,  Michigan 
NANKERVIS,  JAMES,  Pvt. 

1406  Beech  Street, 

Flint,  Michigan 
NEITHERCUT,  CHARLES  S.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  6. 

Clare,  Michigan 
NELSON,  THEODORE,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 

Deerfield,  Wisconsin 
NEUBECKER,  ANDREW  W.,  Cook 

84  Orchard  Place, 

Battle  Creek,  Michigan 
NEWMAN,  WALTER  H.,  Pvt. 

308  Tomlinson  Avenue, 

Moundsville,  West  Virginia 
NOWLEN,  IRVING  J.,  L.  Corp. 

1337  Buchanan  Street, 

Grand  Rapids,  Michigan 


NYGREN,  ERIC  A.,  Pvt. 

572  Merrick  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
O.  JIBWAY,  GEORGE  W.,  Pvt. 

724  Spruce  Street, 

Sault  Ste.  Marie,  Michigan 

OLMSTEAD,  ARTHUR  L.,  Pvt. 

General  Delivery, 

Detour,  Michigan 
PAAVOLA,  ONNIE  H.,  Pvt. 

1506  Marble  Avenue, 

Flint,  Michigan 
PATRICK,  MIKE  P.,  Pvt. 

Copper  City,  Michigan 
PAYNE,  WARREN  C,  Pvt. 

1329  N.  Saginaw  Street, 

Flint,  Michigan 
PECKHAM,  HARRY,  Pvt. 

General  Delivery, 

Oxford,  Michigan 
PRICE,  CHARLES  H.,  1st  Sgt. 

434  Blaine  Avenue, 

Marion,  Ohio 
PLACE,  KARL  J.,  Pvt. 

1126  Harding  Avenue, 

Owosso,  Michigan 
QUINN,  CLAYTON  D.,  Pvt. 

112  Seventh  Street, 

Flint,  Michigan 
RAFFERTY,  THOMAS  J.,  Pvt. 

Highland  Falls,  New  York 
REEDER,  GEORGE,  Pvt. 

General  Delivery, 

Reed  City,  Michigan 
REIGER,  FRANK,  Corp. 

1407  East  88th  Street, 

Cleveland,  Ohio 
RITTER,  BERNARD  C,  Pvt. 

236  Avondale  Avenue, 

Columbus,  Ohio 
ROE,  ROBERT  G.,  Pvt. 

General  Delivery, 

Pickford,  Michigan 
ROSENBERG,  HERMAN,  Pvt. 

2020  Russell  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
RONSA,  JULIAN  S.,  Corp. 

6  McKinley  Avenue, 

Grosse  Point  Farms,  Michigan 
ROSZMANN,  HARRY,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  5. 

Owosso,  Michigan 
SAARI,  GUSTI,  Pvt. 

719  Currie  Street, 

Sault  Ste.  Marie,  Michigan 
SANFORD,  GEORGE  L.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D., 

Hawley,  Michigan 
SCANLON,  JOHN  F.,  Pvt. 

General  Delivery, 

Carleton,  Michigan 
SCHMIDTMAN,  FREDERICK  S.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 

Bath,  Michigan 
SCHMITT,  JOSEPH  A.,  Pvt. 

216  Owen  Street, 

Hamilton,  Ohio 
SCHROCK,  JOEL,  L.  Corp. 

Box  72,  R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Jones,  Michigan 
SEEFELD,  PAUL  F.,  Sgt. 

Eldorado,  Pennsylvania 
SEWARD,  WILEY  B.,  Corp. 

616  W.  Riverview, 

JeffersonviUe,  Indiana 
SHARICK,  GEORGE  D.,  Corp. 

1403  Church  Street, 

Flint,  Michigan 
SHIELDS,  WM.  1st  Lieutenant 

Calumet,  Oklahoma 
SHELTON,  ANDIE  Z.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Burnes,  Tennessee 
SHERWOOD,  CARL  B.,  Pvt. 

Mio,  Michigan 
SOPER,  FRANK  W.,  L.  Corp. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 

Alpena,  Michigan 
SMITH,  ROBERT  A.,  Pvt.  (deceased) 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Box  16, 

Wyandotte,  Michigan 
SNYDER,  JOSEPH  J.,  Pvt. 

222  Cherry  Street. 

Battle  Creek,  Michigan 
STECHSCHULTE,  HUGO  A.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 

Owosso,  Michigan 


STEINER,  FLOYD  R.,  Pvt. 
516  Garfield  Avenue, 
Owosso,  Michigan 

STEINKE,  EDWARD  G.,  Pvt. 
1 78  Peterboro  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

STREHL,  FLOYD  R.,  Pvt. 

General  Delivery, 

Watseka,  Illinois 
SULLIVAN,  HARRY,  Pvt. 

23  Bay  Street, 

Cambridge,  Massachusetts 
SUNDAY,  WILLIAM,  Pvt. 

Box  266. 

St.  Charles.  Michigan 
SWAYNE.  HARVEY  R.,  Pvt. 

Box  No.  167, 

Metamora,  Michigan 
THACKHAM,  GEORGE,  Pvt. 

913  Cedar  Street, 

Sault  Ste.  Marie,  Michigan 
TOMCHAK,  JOHN,  Pvt. 

Kennicott,  Alaska 
TONKIN,  WILLIAM  W.,  Pvt. 

49  McLean  Avenue, 

Highland  Park,  Michigan 
TORREY,  RAY  E.,  Pvt. 

17  Daton  Street, 

Oxford,  Michigan 
TRAVERS,  JAMES,  Pvt. 

336  E.  Spruce  Street, 

Sault  Ste.  Marie,  Michigan 
TRIPP,  WALTER  C,  Corp. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  31, 

Trumansburg,  New  York 
ULSHAFER,  ROBERT  P.,  Pvt. 

393  Walnut  Street, 

Wabash,  Indiana 
VAN  SPYKER,  HARM,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3, 

Zeeland,  Michigan 
VARGO,  MIKE  P.,  Pvt. 

General  Delivery, 

Huntington,  Arkansas 
VAUGHN,  CLAYTON  E.,  Pvt. 

General  Delivery, 

Kent,  Ohio 
VINCENT,  BURYL  E.,  Pvt. 

703  Saginaw  Street, 

Durand,  Michigan 
VICKERS,  HARRY  J.,  Pvt.  Ist  CI. 

Cass  City,  Michigan 
VITELLI,  FRED  E.,  Pvt. 

1230  W.  73rd  Street, 

Chicago,  Illinois 
WATLING,  JOHN  C,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Shaftsburg,  Michigan 
WEBBER.  FRANCIS  E.,  Corp. 

34  East  End, 

Redruth,  Cornwall,  England 
WEBER,  CLARENCE  A.,  Pvt. 

1121  16th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
WESTROM,  WALTER  H.,  Pvt. 

6626  Carpenter  Street, 

Chicago.  Illinois 
WIERZBICKI,  JOHN,  Pvt. 

5  Bushby  Street. 

Detroit,  Michigan 
WIESZECINSKI,  JOHN  W.,  Pvt. 

317  Third  Street, 

Rochester,  Michigan 
WILCOX,  MELVIN,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Morley,  Michigan 
WILLIAMS,  STANLEY  W.,  Pvt. 

702  Wilcox  Street, 

Flint,  Michigan 
WILLIAMS,  TELFER  C,  Pvt. 

1345  Hamilton  Street, 

Flint,  Michigan 
WILSON,  DAVID,  Pvt. 

General  Delivery, 

Dryberg,  Michigan 
WITHEY,  WILLIAM  C,  Pvt. 

312  South  Park  Avenue, 

Jackson,  Michigan 
WOOSTER,  EDGAR  D.,  L.  Corp. 

1309  Ann  Arbor  Street, 

Flint,  Michigan 
YATS,  CLARENCE  N.,  Pvt. 

213  W.  Mason  Street, 

Owosso,  Michigan 
ZOLTOWSKI,  LEO  F.,  Mec. 

86  Livingstone  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 


—  192  — 


C  BATTERY 


BAXTER,  CURTIS  A.,  Captain 

BARTLETT,  WALTER  S.,  First  Lieutenant 

GAY,  JOHN  B.,  First  Lieutenant 

DITMER,  OTTO  H.,  Second  Lieutenant 317  South 

DICKIE 


AKLEY,  LEROY,  1st  Sgt. 
43-9th  Street, 
Franklin,  Pennsylvania 

ALTSCHWAGER,  PAUL  E.,  Pvt. 
118  Harmon  Street, 
Milwaukee,  Wisconsin 

ATKINS,  ERNEST  S.,  Sgt. 
300  Seward  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

BAAS,  PETER,  Corp 

400  Marietta  Avenue,  N.  E  , 
Grand  Rapids,  Michigan 

BARIE,  ARTHUR  E.,  Pvt. 
935  West  Warren  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

BARROWS,  CARL  A.,  Corp. 
1175  Gay  Street, 
Portland,  Oregon 

BARTKOWIAK,  ANTHONY  F., Pvt.  1st  CI. 

377  Willis  Avenue,  East, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
BAUMIA,  EDWARD  J.,  Cook 

841  Crane  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 

BEAUCHESNE,  ARTHUR,  Pvt. 
213  Queen  Street, 
Saginaw,  Michigan 

BERGER,  HENRY,  Pvt. 

11210  Stephenson  Avenue, 
Chicago,  Illinois 

BICKFORD,  ARTHUR,  Pvt. 
2600-7th  Street, 
DcsMoincs,  Iowa 

BOROWSKY,  WILLIAM  A.,  Pvt. 
999  Pennsylvania  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

BOZA,  AUGUST,  Pvt. 

753  Mitchell  Avenue. 

Detroit,  Michigan 
BROWN,  CORNELIUS  T.,  Pvt. 

4034  W.  12th  Street, 

Chicago,  Illinois 
BRYANT,  DONALD  J.,  Corp. 

1418-15th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
CALABRESE,  FRANK,  Sgt. 

358  Orleans  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
CAMPBELL,  COLIN,  Sgt. 

83  Frederick  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
CAMPBELL,  JOSEPH  T.,  Cook 

1833  Parkway, 

Everett,  Massachusetts 
CARL,  RUDOLPH,  Corp. 

358  Van  Dyke  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
CARNEY,  JOHN,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

438  Elizabeth,  West, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
CARRIE,  ROBERT  L.,  Corp. 

49  Tuscola  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
CARTER,  WILLIAM  M.,  Pvt. 

Box  No.  64,  R.  F.  D.  No.  4, 

Dalton,  Georgia 
CASPER,  MATTHEW,  Pvt. 

1004  Hancock,  West, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
CHADWICK,  ALBERT  P.,  Chief  Mcch. 

Boscawer,  New  Hampshire 
CHADWICK,  CLARENCE,  Pvt. 

Deford,  Michigan 
CHASE.  HAROLD  D.,  Pvt. 

161  Philadelphia  Avenue.  East, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
CHESNAU,  LOUIS,  Pvt. 

175  Wilkins  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
CONNELLY,  PETER  J.,  Corp. 

305  W.  Warren  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
COSTA,  FERDINANDO  F.,  Pvt. 

Laurium,  Michigan 
CUNNINGHAM.  DAVID  E.,  Sgt. 

705  N    Vine  Street, 

Orrville,  Ohio 
DARBE,  WILLIAM  J.,  Pvt. 

358  Antietam  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
DAWSON,  JOHN  P.,  Mec. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3, 

Fairgrove,  Michigan 


DeJARNETT.  JAMES  R.,  Pvt. 

607  E.  13th  Street, 

Little  Rock,  Arkansas 
DeLISLE,  LARRY,  Pvt. 

Pearl  Street, 

Marine  City,  Michigan 
DIBBLE,  DONALD  E.,  Pvt. 

5101  E.  14th  Street, 

Oakland,  California 
DILAURA,  PETER.  Mess  Sgt. 

642 Jj  Rivard  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
DOHERTY,  LAURENCE,  Corp. 

144  Cherry  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
DONOGHUE,  HENRY  W.,  Pvt. 

1040  Monroe  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
DOODY,  DANIEL  J.,  Pvt. 

1241  S.  Millard  Avenue, 

Chicago,  Illinois 
DROLSHAGEN,  JOHN  J.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

469  Sherman  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
DUDICK,  SYLVESTER  J.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

Stanwood,  Michigan 
DUMOUCHELLE,  ALBERT  J.,  Pvt. 

256-1 5th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
EDBERG,  GEORGE  W.,  Pvt. 

Winter,  Wisconsin 
FAIRCHILD,  LYNN  C,  Corp. 

175  Kerby  Avenue,  West, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
FARRINGTON,  CLARE  W.,  Pvt. 

902  N.  3rd  Street, 

Marquette,  Michigan 
FAVIO,  JOSEPH,  Pvt. 

47-22nd  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
FERRY,  PETER,  Corp. 

Box  No.  86,  R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Monroe,  Michigan 

FISHER,  IRA  C,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

603  West  Court  Street, 

Flint,  Michigan 
FITZPATRICK,  JEROME  B.,  Corp 

32  Rosedale  Court, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
FOGGIANO,  MIKE,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

691  Riopelle  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
FORBES,  RUSSELL  C,  Pvt. 

109  Porter  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
FOTIS,  STEVE,  Pvt. 

143  Monroe  Avenue,  , 

Detroit,  Michigan 
FRANKLIN,  RUSSELL  C,  Pvt. 

140  Hendrie  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
GALLAGHER,  LOUIS,  Pvt. 

1818  Monroe  Street, 

Toledo,  Ohio 
GALLEANO,  JOHN  D.,  Pvt. 

6617  Bartmer  Avenue, 

St.  Louis,  Missouri 
GARVALIA,  FRANK,  Horseshoer 

535  Russell  Street. 

Detroit,  Michigan 
GAPA,  JOHN,  Pvt. 

Posen,  Michigan 
GAUDET,  RICHARD  A.,  Pvt. 

5  Maple  Park  Avenue, 

Medford,  Massachusetts 
GEBAUER,  ALFRED,  Pvt. 

1157  Belvidere  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
GERDS,  CHARLES  T.,  Pvt 

1185  Crane  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
GLICK,  HENRY  R.,  Pvt. 

1608  E.  Main  Street, 

Richmond,  Indiana 
GOLDSBERRY,  BEN,  Pvt. 

1523  N.  Webster  Street, 

Kokomo,  Indiana 
GURIN,  SAMUEL,  Sgt. 

70  Smith  Avenue.  N., 

St.  Paul,  Minnesota 
HADDIX,  HARRISON,  Pvt. 

434  Nolan  Street, 

Flint,  Michigan 
HALL,  HERMAN  C,  Pvt. 

270  Theodore  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 

—  193  — 


Van  Wert,  Ohio 

55  Prospect  Street,  Milwaukee,  Wis. 

Portage,  Wis. 

Pennsylvania  Avenue,  Independence,  Kan. 
'.'Address  Unknown 

HANNENBERG.  JOSEPH,  Pvt. 
1055-3rd  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 
HEMPSTED,  GEORGE,  Pvt. 
315  E.  9th  Street, 
Flint,  Michigan 
HENSLER,  HARRY  E.,  Sgt. 
204  Schuylkill  Avenue, 
Pottsville,  Pennsylvania 
HERKIMER,  KENNITH  W.,  Pvt. 

Maybee,  Michigan 
HEWITT,  WILLIAM  G.,  Sgt. 
R.  F.  D.  No.  5, 
Allegan,  Michigan 
HINTZ,  HENRY  O.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 
II  Leverette  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 
HUNT.  ROBERT  L.,  Pvt. 
101  Mitchell  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 
HUNTER,  HAROLD,  Pvt. 
122  E.  5th  Street, 
Flint,  Michigan 
HURRY,  HARRY,  Pvt. 
505  Prospect  Street, 
Flint,  Michigan 
JOHNSON,  LOVELL  A.,  Sgt. 
86  Lincoln  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 
KAZMIERCZAK,  ANDREW,  Pvt. 
1511  Mitchell  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 
KELLAR,  ALVIN  L.,  Bugler 
313-6th  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 
KELLY,  ROBERT  J.,  Pvt. 
80  Piquette  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 
KELLY,  THOMAS  J.,  Pvt. 
488  Clairmont  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 
KENBEEK,  LAWRENCE,  Pvt. 
650  Mullet  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 
KING,  EBEN  E.,  Pvt. 
35  Dexter  Street, 
Woonsocket,  Rhode  Island 
KING,  GEORGE,  Pvt. 
75  Lincoln  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 
KNOLL,  RICHARD  A.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 
R.  F.  D.  No.  3, 
Vassar,  Michigan 
KRESS,  LEO  F.,  Pvt. 

St.  Johns,  Michigan 
KROLL,  GUSTAF,  Pvt 
Butler  Street, 
Caro,  Michigan 
KRZIZESKI,  ELMER,  Pvt. 
1044  Ferry  Avenue,  East, 
Detroit,  Michigan 
KUHN,  ALBERT,  Pvt. 
869  Belmont  Avenue, 
Hamtramck,  Michigan 
KYLE,  FRANK,  Pvt. 

Milwaukee,  Oregon 
LEONARD,  CLARENCE  MARTIN,  Pvt. 

Kingston,  Pennsylvania 
LOOMAS,  BERT  N.,  Pvt. 
808  Elizabeth  Street, 
Flint,  Michigan 
LYNESS,  FLOYD  R.,  Pvt. 
1523  Detroit  Street, 
Flint,  Michigan 
MACHIN,  HORACE  A.,  Pvt. 
674  Ferry  Park  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 
MACKELLAR,  MALCOLM  L.,  Corp. 
186  Philadelphia  Avenue,  East, 
Detroit,  Michigan 
MANN,  HERMAN  O.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

Shattuc,  Illinois 
MARCOFF,  ELIA,  Saddler 
647  Chene  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 
MARTIN,  CYRIL  J.,  Pvt. 
208  State  Street, 
Camden  New  Jersey 

MASSEY,  WILLIAM  T..  Pvt. 
2128  "G"  Street, 
Granite  City,  Illinois 

McAULIFFE,  WILLIAM,  Pvt. 
440  Ridge  Street, 
Sault  Ste.  Marie,  Michigan 


McGOWAN,  JOHN,  Pvt. 
241  Clinton  Street, 
New  York  City,  New  York 

McGregor,  niles  r.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 
Mt.  Carmel,  Illinois 

McLEAN,  GEORGE,  Pvt. 
496  Putman  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

McMAHON,  Leslie  A.,  Pvt. 
40  Hogarth  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

McMANUS,  WILLIAM  L.,  Corp. 
510  Jefferson  Avenue  East, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

MEINKE,  WILLIAM  C,  Pvt. 
896  Holcomb  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

MENZIES,  LESLIE  J.,  Sgt. 
Yale,  Michigan 

MICHALSKI,  STANLEY,  Pvt. 
10  Person  Street, 
Buffalo,  New  York 

MIKULA,  MIKE,  ?vt. 

72  Peterson  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MILLER,  HARRY  P.,  Horseshoer 

703  Walnut  Street, 

Saginaw,  Michigan 
MILLER,  RAYMOND  R.,  Pvt. 

1417  Avenue  "C," 

Flint,  Michigan 
MOGLEN,  BENJAMIN,  Pvt. 

235  Atkinson  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MOLTECK,  MORRIS,  Pvt. 

1198  St.  Antoine  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MORGIA,  DOMINICO  E.,  Cook 

4552  W.  Jefferson  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MURRAY,  WILLIAM  R.,  Pvt. 

713-14th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
NALECZ,  LEON,  Cook 

285  Garfield  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
NICKOLIS,  WILLIAM,  Pvt. 

193  Monroe  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
NOLAN,  JAMES  T.,  Stable  Sgt. 

48  St.  Johns  Park,  High  Gate, 

London,  N.,  England 
NORWICH,  ROBERT  J.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

130  McDonnell  Avenue, 

Toronto,  Ontario,  Canada 
O'DONNELL,  PATRICK  M.,  Pvt. 

172  Hogarth  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
O'NEILL,  JOHN  D.,  Pvt. 

529  Fairview  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
ORLEMAN,  THOMAS  T.,  Pvt. 

424-1 2th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
PAPKE,  JOHN  R.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

667  Wabash  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
PAPPATHEODORE,  NICHOLIS.Pvt.lstCl. 

27  Monroe  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
PATTERSON,  GEORGE  J.,  Mec. 

431  Canton  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
PATZKOWSKY,  WILLIE  B.,  Pvt. 

Fairview,  Oklahoma 


RANKIN,  DON  C,  Bugler 
313-6th  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

REDMON,  JOHN  A.,  Pvt. 

896  Garfield  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
RINEHART,  GEORGE  D.,  Corp. 

257  N.  Grand  Avenue, 

Kittanning,  Pennsylvania 
RONAN,  ORVA,  Pvt. 

Jennings,  Michigan 
ROSE,  SAMUEL,  Pvt. 

Princeton,  Michigan 

ROSENAY,  ARTHUR  G.,  Pvt. 
191  Cleveland  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

ROSSENBERG,  MORRIS,  Pvt. 

117  S.  8th  Street, 

Brooklyn,  New  York 
SAUNDERS,  JOHN  E.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

65  Arthur  Avenue  N., 

Hamilton,  Ontario,  Canada 
SCANLON,  JAMES  S.,  Pvt. 

948- 14th  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SCAVONE,  MIKE,  Horseshoer 

331  Illinois  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SCHLICHTER,  ORLIE  A.,  Pvt. 

921-12th  Street, 

Portsmouth,  Ohio 
SCHNEIDER,  RAYMOND  C,  Pvt. 

103  Poplar  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SCHULTZ,  STEPHEN  L.,  Corp. 

424  High  Street,  W., 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SEBASTIAN,  DAVID  W.,  Corp. 

1511  Seymour  Street, 

Sault  Ste.  Marie,  Michigan 
SHARP,  BENJAMIN  J.,  Pvt. 

718  S.  Henry  Street, 

Bay  City,  Michigan 
SHERRILL,  TROY  J.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  6, 

Statesville,  North  Carolina 
SMITH,  FORREST  A.,  Pvt. 

801  Carlisle  Avenue, 

Dayton,  Ohio 
SMITH,  GROVER  H.,  Corp. 

Nokomis,  Illinois 
SOPER,  JOHN  T.,  Pvt. 

903  Scott  Street, 

Covington,  Kentucky 
SPRINGER,  GEORGE  A.,  Pvt. 

705  Hill  Street, 

Sidney,  Ohio 
STADLER,  CLARENCE  L.,  Pvt. 

308  Trumbull  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
STEVENSON,  JOSEPH,  Pvt. 

Pickford,  Michigan 
STEWART,  THOMAS,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

300  Hague  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
STORK,  BARNEY  E.,  Corp. 

374  E.  Lafayette  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
STRAUB,  FLOYD  E.,  Corp. 

192  Harmon  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
STUDER,  JOHN  A.,  Pvt. 

77  Wooster  Street, 

Norwalk,  Ohio 
SUGDEN,  MILTON  D.,  Pvt. 

Cass  City,  Michigan 


SZANDZIK,  EDWARD,  Pvt. 

1210  Jos  Campau  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SZCZERBIK,  JOSEPH,  Pvt. 

965  Harper  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
TARN,  JOSHUA,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

Box  No.  365, 

W.  Frankfort  County,  Illinois 
TERRY,  ROY  E.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 

Orion,  Michigan 
THOMAS,  JOHN,  Corp. 

525  Larned  Street,  E., 

Detroit,  Michigan 
THOMPSON,  WILLIAM  G.,  Corp. 

704  Fourth  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

TILLITSON,  LEON,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 

Portland,  Michigan 
TITTLE,  CLAUDE  L.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

1154  Lincoln  Avenue,  W., 

Toledo,  Ohio 
TREIBER,  JESSE  E.,  Corp. 

Unionville,  Michigan 
TRINKLEIN,  TRAUGOTT,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3, 

Vassar,  Michigan 
TRUBOW,  PHILLIP  H.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

175  Michigan  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
UFLAND,  GLEN  J.,  Pvt. 

48  Pitcher  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
ULRICH,  PETER.  Pvt. 

St.  Johns,  Michigan 
VERGA,  RALPH  B.,  Pvt. 

301  N.  Main  Street, 

Muncy,  Pennsylvania 
VERRY,  GEORGE  L.,  Supply  Sgt. 

195  Webb  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
VOYTKO,  JOHN  L.,  1st  Sgt. 

Box  No.  108, 

Forbes  Road,  Pennsylvania 
WARNER,  CLAYTON  R.,  Pvt. 

736  Fairview  Avenue, 

Grand  Rapids,  Michigan 
WARNOCK,  ROBERT,  Pvt. 

705  Fourth  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

WATKINS,  HARKER  S.,  Corp. 

1000  Lawton  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
WATKINS,  WILLIAM  A.,  Pvt. 

Tifton,  Georgia 
WENTWORTH,  ELMER  R.,  Pvt. 

531  Third  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
WINKLER,  EMIL,  Pvt. 

887  Bessmore  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
WROBEL,  OTTO  W.  T.,  Pvt. 

195  Hendricks  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
YOUNG,  GEORGE  T.,  Sgt. 

357  Merrick  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
YOUNG,  JOE,  Pvt. 

52  Spruce  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
YOUNGS,  CECIL  E.,  Pvt. 

Peck,  Michigan 
ZAKRZEWSKI,  HARRY,  Pvt. 

1803  Chopin  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 


D  BATTERY 

HICKS,  HUNTER  M.,  Captain Nashville,  Tenn. 

LaMAR,  CLIFFORD  M.,  Captain Bariboo,  Wis. 

BROWN,  STACY  L.,  First  Lieutenant 707  Woodward  Avenue,  Beloit,  Wis. 

GEMUEND,  HARRY  H.,  Second  Lieutenant 212  West  Washington  Street,  Ionia,  Mich. 

THOMPSON,  ANDREW  H.,  Second  Lieutenant 58  Ontario  Street,  Cohoes,  N.  Y. 

ACKERMAN,  TRUEMAN  E.,  Pvt.  ATHANS,  GUST  G.,  Pvt.  BARTSCH,  PAUL  F.,  Pvt. 
239  John  R.  Street,                                                              102  Cherry  Street,  Houston,  Texas 

Detroit,  Michigan  Detroit,  Michigan  BEACH    VALENTINE  L.,  Corp. 

AMBROSE.  ROLL  A.,  Sgt.  '^'^^.'i^^i??'  LUTHER  H.,  Sgt.  R.  F    D 

Tekonsha,  Michigan  "6  Aldme  Square,  Pittsford,  Michigan 

ANDERSON,  GROVER  L.,  Pvt.  ATRA^'^P^FTFR  °Pvt  BEACH,  GAROLD  E.,  Pvt. 

Union  City,  Indiana  sliGarJeld  Avenue,  PTf  me°!nSk 

AIMONE,  GEORGE,  Pvt.  Detroit,  Michigan  LakevlUe,  Indiana 

2481  C  Street,  AUSUM,  EARL  J.,  Mech.  BENNETT,  CURRY  A.,  Pvt. 

Calumet,  Michigan  Rosscommon,  Michigan  New  Smyrna,  Florida 

ARGOTSINGER,  GEORGE  H.,  Pvt.     "  BANDANZA,  PETER,  Adlr.  BEGEL,  CARSON  M.,  Corp. 

1708  South  6th  Street,  88  Russel  Street,  406  Ward  Street, 

Harlon,  Iowa  Detroit,  Michigan  Flint,  Michigan 

ARNOLD,  EDWIN  F.,  Pvt  1st  CI.  BARTHOLF,  ELMER  E.,  Pvt  1st  CI.  BERKEMEIER,  HENRY  L.,  Pvt. 

832  Prairie  Avenue,  37  Selden  Avenue,  209  West  Nineteenth  Street, 

Decatur,  Illinois  Detroit,  Michigan  Cairrington,  Kentucky 

—  194—    ■ 


BOETTCHER,  MATIN,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 
Brant,  Michigan 

BOSTICK,  ELMER  H..  Pvt. 
219  Spruce  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

BOZE.  CLIFFORD,  Corp. 
Box  58, 
Davidson,  Michigan 

BRADY,  FRED  K.,  Pvt. 
1538  Root  Street, 
Flint,  Michigan 

BREWER,  LEONARD,  Pvt.  I  cl. 
96  Grove  Street. 
Wyandotte,  Michigan. 

BRISBAY,  SYLVESTER,  Pvt. 
1171  Gilbert  Avenue, 
Cincinnati,  Ohio. 

BROWN,  JOSEPH  M.,  Cook 
842  Lillibridge  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan. 

BUNDY,  JOHN  F.,  Pvt. 
General  Delivery, 
Swartz  Creek,  Michigan. 

BURNS,  ALFRED  L.,  Corp. 
1218  16th  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

BUTLER,  HERBERT  W.,  Sgt. 
1347  Trumbull  Avenue. 
Detroit,  Michigan. 

CAPONIGRI,  ANTHONY.,  Pvt. 
6729  S.  Hermitage  Avenue, 
Chicago,  III. 

CARPENTER,  WILLIAM  C,  Sgt. 

Belleville,  Michigan 
CARSON,  JOHN  S.,  Pvt.  1  cl. 

1442  Maryland  Avenue, 

Flint,  Michigan 

CATSHELL,  JOHN.  Pvt. 
270  Watson  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

CHESTE,  PATRICK,  Pvt. 

106  Elm  Street, 

Danbury,  Connecticut 
CHRYSLER,  HARRY  M.,  Sgt. 

574  Porter  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
CLARK,  JAY,  Pvt. 

1 1  Mulberry  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
COOLIDGE,  GEORGE  W.,  Pvt.  1  cl. 

R.  F.  D.  1, 

Wellsboro,  Pennsylvania 

COOPER,  FRANK  H.,  Corp. 

323  Porter  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
CORZE,  TONY,  Pvt. 

824  Cambridge  Avenue, 

Chicago,  Illinois 
CORBIN,  OSCAR  F.,  Pvt.  1  Cl. 

240  8th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
CURTISS,  OREN  N..  Pvt.  1  Cl. 

402  Butternut  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
CRITES,  WILLIAM,  Pvt. 

P.  O.  Box  197, 

Sedgwick,  Colorado 
DANOZON,  JOHN  J.,  Pvt. 

769  Russel  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
DAVIS,  FRANK  S.,  Pvt. 

144  Richfield  Road, 

Flint,  Michigan 
DOMPS,  MICHEAL,  Pvt. 

1005  East  Palmer  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
DERES2EWSKI,  ALEX.,  Pvt. 

1610  Iroquois  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
DEITRICH,  HERBERT  A.,  Pvt. 

11  Birmingham  Avenue, 

Guelph,  Ontario 
DONBROWSKI,  STANLEY,  Pvt. 

391-33rd  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
DORMAN,  WILBUR  C,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4, 

Caro,  Michigan 
DOUGHERTY,  JACK  M.,  Pvt. 

1043  Monroe  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
DUNNING,  CLARENCE  S.,  Pvt.  1st  Cl. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  5, 

Gladwin,  Michigan 
EHRMAN,  RAYMOND  E.,  Pvt. 

486  Manistique  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
ENOS,  GEORGE  E.,  Pvt. 

2211  Whirlpool  Street, 

Niagara,  New  York 


ERKFITZ,  LOUIS  H.,  Sgt. 
263  LaBresse  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

EVANS,  OWEN  W.,  Pvt. 
415}  2  Detroit  Street, 
Flint.  Michigan 

FOLON,  JASPER  S.,  Pvt. 
826  Margarette  Street, 
Flint,  Michigan 

FOLSOM,  LEWIS,  Pvt.  Ut  Cl. 
Center  Lake,  Michigan 

FORD,  CHARLES  B.,  Pvt.  1st  Cl. 
1  Comb  Street, 
Southbridge,  Massachusetts 

FULLER.  HARRY  M.,  Pvt. 
420  Grand  Avenue, 
Grand  Rapids  Michigan 

GARLAND.  WALTER  S.,  Pvt.  Ut  Cl. 
500  Summer  Place, 
Knoxville,  Tennessee 

GASINSKI,  TEEPIL,  Pvt. 
1944  Chopin  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

GAUMER,  PAUL  H.,  Bugler 
Clayton,  Michigan 

GAISER,  GORDON  H.,  Bugler 
46  Sycamour  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

GELSLIGHTER,  HAROLD  P.,  Pvt. 
187  Lyall  Avenue, 
Rochester,  New  York 

GELLISPIE,  WILLIAM  D.,  Pvt. 
General  Delivery, 
Pewamo,  Michigan 

GERHARD,  ANTHONY  J.,  Pvt. 

958  Bewick  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
GOKEY,  CLARENCE  I.,  Pvt. 

180  Fifth  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 

GOODCHILD,  GEORGE,  Pvt. 
R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 
Caro,  Michigan 

GORA,  WALTER  J.,  Pvt. 

941  E.  WARREN  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
GOTTSCHALK,  HERBERT,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Port  Austin,  Michigan 

GRAMAS,  JAMES  J.,  Pvt. 

454  Crobsy  Street, 

Grand  Rapids,  Michigan 
GRANT,  ALMA  E.,  Pvt. 

33  Brighton  Avenue, 

Highland  Park,  Michigan 
GANE,  HOMER  L.,  Pvt. 

121  Candler  Avenue, 

Highland  Park.  Michigan 
GRETTENBERGER,  FRED  C,  Pvt. 

732- 15th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
GROSSMAN,  LEO.  Corp. 

232  Hubert  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
GURSKEY,  CHESTER,  Pvt. 

123  N.  5th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HAMILTON,  DONALD  M.,  Pvt. 

137  W.  Milwaukee  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HANDLEY,  ALEXANDER  C,  Pvt. 

368  J'2  Grand  River  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HANKS,  EDGAR  S.,  Pvt. 

141  Smith  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HANNA,  ELMER  J  ,  Corp. 

St.  Louis,  Michigan 
HAZZENZAHL,  George  C,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Utica.  Michigan 
HENRY,  ISAAC  M.,  Pvt. 

180  W.  Baltimore  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HERBERT,  EARL,  Pvt. 

513  5th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HERTEL,  JOHN,  Corp. 

329  Warren  West, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HOBBS,  ROY  G.,  Pvt. 

Wayne,  Michigan 
HODSON,  ALVA  L.,  Corp. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 

Hillsdale,  Michigan 
HUSTED,  WILLIAM  E..  Pvt. 

West  Branch,  Michigan 
HYDEN,  ARTHUR,  Pvt. 

650  Chenc  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 

—  195  — 


INCE,  WALDO  W.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  5, 

Alvord,  Texas 
JACKOUMIS,  PETER,  Pvt. 

1300  Adams  Street, 

Gary,  Indiana 
JOHNSON.  ETHERIDGE  C,  Pvt. 

313  N.  Third  Street, 

E.  Nashville,  Tennessee 
JOHNSTON,  FORD  S.,  Corp. 

426  East  50th  Place, 

Chicago,  Illinois 

JONES,  EVERETT  H.,  Pvt. 
Meden,  Tennessee 

JONES,  JOSEPH  L.,  Pvt. 
General  Delivery, 
Onekama,  Michigan 

KELLY.  PATRICK  P.,  Pvt. 
3515  Robin  Street, 
Flint,  Michigan 

KLEIN,  JOHN,  Pvt. 
R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 
New  Lothrop,  Michigan 

KNAPP,  FRED  A.,  Pvt. 
1921  Woodside  Avenue, 
Bay  City,  Michigan 

KURKOWSKI,  MARION,  Pvt.  Ist  CL 
463  Garfield  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

LACEY,  PATRICK  H.,  Pvt. 
2021  Stanford  Avenue, 
Flint,  Michigan 

LADECK,  FIDER,  Pvt. 
872  Camerson  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

LaMONTAGNE,  GEORGE,  Pvt. 
213  Pine  Hill  Avenue, 
Cheboygan,  Michigan 

LAURIE,  GEORGE,  Pvt. 
16  Allen  Street, 
Aberdeen,  Scotland 

LEE,  ROBERT  E.,  Pvt. 
4016  St.  Elmo  Avenue, 
St.  Elmo,  Tennessee 

LEHR,  ALLEN  F.,  Pvt. 
217  Ida  Street, 
Berwick.  Pennsylvania 

LAVANTINE,  HARRY  A.,  Corp. 

438  Hudson  Avenue, 
Albany,  New  York 

LEWIS,  La  VERNE  J.,  Pvt. 
Jonesville,  Michigan 

LORANGER,  FRANK  R.,  Pvt 

R.  F.  D.  No.  6, 

Hemlock,  Michigan 
LUNDQUIST,  ROY  E.,  Pvt. 

533  Howard  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MACKEY,  WILLIAM  F.,  Pvt. 

311  Pallister  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MALIM,  HERBERT  S.,  Sgt. 

106  Mack  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
McCLAIN,  ROY  D.,  Sgt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Farmingdale,  Illinois 
McCRACKEN,  RAYMOND  C,  Pvt. 

507  Cedar  Street, 

Sault  St.  Marie,  Michigan 
McGINNIS,  GEO.  A  ,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  15, 

Newberry,  Indiana 
McWATTERS,  RICHARD  G.,  Pvt. 

2283  East  Jefferson  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MEADE,  WALTER  E.,  Pvt. 

1228  Washburn  Avenue, 

Topeka,  Kansas 
MILES,  FRANK  G.,  Sgt. 

425  Vermont  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MILLER,  DUDLEY  P.,  Sgt. 

315  Heath  St., 

Logansport,  Ind. 
MILLER,  FREDERICK  B.,  Pvt. 

Lexington,  Michigan 
MISENHIMER,  GROVER  C,  Pvt 

General  Delivery, 

Jonesboro,  III. 
MONTIE,  EDWARD  C,  Pvt. 

722  St.  Claire  Ave., 

Detroit,  Mich. 
MONAHAM,  EDWARD  V.,  Mech. 

Walkerton,  Ontario,  Canada 
MURRAY,  ROY  C,  Pvt. 

Highgate,  Ontario.  Canada 
NEFF,  ALVIN  L.,  Sgt. 

R.  F.  D., 

Jamestown,  Ind. 


NELSON,  HARRY  J.,  Mech.  SIGG,  HENRY,  Pvt.  TRYAN,  ALBERT,  Pvt. 

137  West  Michigan  Ave.,  1226  Delaware  Avenue,  Escanaba,  Michigan 

Marquette,  Michigan  Detroit,  Michigan  URDA    ANTHONY    Sgt 

NEWMAN,  RICHARD  T.,  Pvt.  SIMONICH,  JOHN  F.,  Hrs.  114  Gilbert  Avenue,  ' 

407  Drexel  Ave.,  40  County  Road.  Detroit,  Michigan 

CT,?,7°rJ^^^CV   r     Pvt  °'"°'^'  '^''='''^^"  VANDEN  BUSSCHE,  OMER,  Pvt. 

?^,  i.          J  E          '  SIDLER,  PAUL  B.,  Sgt.  560  Holcomb  Avenue, 

303  Howard  St.,  IO95  Brooklyn  Avenue,  Detroit,  Michigan 

Cadillac,  Mich.  Detroit,  Michigan  VANnF  VKTRF   FRANK  F    Pvt 

PALMATEER,   MYRON  F.,  Pvt.  c,.,„c«»t   T,Ax,T,,r    r,  VANDEVEIRE,  FRANK  F,  Pvt. 

641  Michigan  Ave  SIMPSON,  HARRY,  Pvt.  11935  Eggleston  Avenue, 

Detroit    Michigan  '  ^^^  Tillman  Avenue,  Chicago,  Illinois 

PRESTON    WILLIAM  C     Pvt  Detroit,  Michigan  VAN  LEEUWEN,  GASTON,  Pvt. 

2117  Joliet  Ave.,             '  SMITH,  BENJAMIN  E.,  Cook,  17  Belvidere  Avenue, 

Seattle,  Washington  46  Hazel  Street,  Detroit,  Michigan 

PROEBER,  HAROLD  H.,  Corp.  Detroit,  Michigan  VROOMAN,  LOUIS  J.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  14,  SMITH,  EDWARD  R.,  Pvt.  245  Petoskey  Avenue, 

Caldonia,  Wisconsin  1823  Parsons  Avenue,  Detroit,  Michigan 

PULLING     lOHN  H     Pvt  ^^^'  ^'-  ^°^'^-  Illinois  WALES,  BENJAMIN  H.,  Pvt. 

658  Tabor  St,         '          '  SMITH,  GLENN  H,  Corp.  R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Adrian,  Michigan  Burr  Oak,  Michigan  Decatur,  Illinois 

QUARTERS,   NORMAN   C,  Pvt.  SOBEL,  Ben  B.,  Pvt.  WALTHARD,  FRED,  Pvt. 

616  North  Front  St.,  2988  East  Grand  Boulevard,  237  Millville  Avenue, 

Marquette,  Mich.      '  Detroit,  Michigan  Hamilton,  Ohio 

REIDSEMA,  CHESTER  D.,  Pvt.  STINER,  ROY,  Pvt.  WARD,  LAWRENCE  A.,  Sgt. 

24  South  Monroe  Ave.,  90  Cascade  Street,  1416  Myra  Avenue, 

Columbus,  Ohio  Detroit,  Michigan  Los  Angeles,  California 

REILLY,  VICTOR  A.,  Pvt.  STOUTENBURG,  HERBERT  N.,  Sgt.  WAUCHTER,  WALTER  M.,  Pvt. 

406  Warren,  West.,'  339  Warren  West,  1512  Garfield  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan  '  Detroit,  Michigan  Pittsburgh,  Pennsylvania 

REINHOLDT,  GUSTAV  A,,  Pvt.  STRACHE,  ELMER  B.,  Cook,  WEIDENBACH,  ARTHUR,  Pvt. 

1647  Military  Ave.,           '  60  Goodwin  Avenue,  839  Fisher  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan  '  Detroit,  Michigan  Detroit,  Michigan 

ROWLSOn!   ERNEST   D.,  Pvt.  SULLIVAN,  DANIEL  V.,  Pvt.  WILKINSON,  ALVIN,  Pvt. 

Addison    Michigan         '  60  National  Avenue,  406  Jefferson  Avenue, 

SANDBERG,   ROY  E.,  Pvt.  Detroit,  Michigan  Detroit,  Michigan 

225  Pennsylvania  Ave.,  SCHRAMM,  MAX  E.,  JR.,  Pvt.  WOITEEAK,  JOHN,  Hrs. 

Jacksonville,  111.              '  Old  Mystic,  Connecticut  335  Michigan  Avenue, 

SANS    MICHEL   Pvt  SUTKUS,  HENRY  F.,  Pvt.  Detroit,  Michigan 

Ottawa  Lake,  Michigan  674  Rhons  Avenue,  WOLCOTT,  FORREST,  Pvt. 

SARTUP    MYRON    Bglr  Detroit,  Michigan  Roscommon,  Michigan 

Fort  Jarvis,  New  York  SWARTZ,  CLAUD  M.,  Pvt.  WOOD,  MERTON  C,  Pvt. 

Qfurvii-ivrnnDF    r-ioi    i      <-■„,„  81  Pine  Street,  4  Stevens  Place, 

So  n  i9    •  ■  <^^^^  ^-  *^°'^P-  Newark,  Ohio  Ionia,  Michigan 

519  Baldwin  Ave.,  '  *             ^ 

Detroit,  Michigan  TAYLOR,  THOMAS  E.,  Mech.  YANCHUCK,  ALEXIS,  Pvt. 

SCHULZ,  CONRAD  P.,  Pvt.  2?  Lysander  Avenue,  1333  12th  Street, 

538  Adelaide  St  Detroit,  Michigan  Detroit,  Micnigan 

Detroit,  Mich.    '  TIGHE,  JOSEPH  L.,  Pvt.  YOUNG,  ROBERT  J.,  Pvt. 

SEYMOUR,  EDWIN  O.,  Pvt.  H  Oak  Street,  221  Magazine  Street, 

Cascade,  Virginia  Detroit,  Michigan  Sault  Ste.  Marie,  Michigan 

SHELL,  WALTER  E.,  Pvt.  TOUSH,  CLYDE  W.,  Corp.  ZELMANOWITZ,  SAMUEL,  Pvt. 

186  15th  Street,  504  119th  Street,  291  Pine  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan  Whiting,  Indiana  Lockport,  N.  Y. 

SHELLENBARGER,  WHITNEY  B.,  Pvt.  TREADWAY,  THOMAS,  Pvt.  ZYSKI,  JOHN,  Pvt. 

Ill  Lane  Street,  General  Delivery,  1061  Ferry  Street, 

Hudson,  Michigan  Barbourville,  Kentucky  Detroit,  Michigan 

E  BATTERY 

WHEELER,  CARLTON  L care  of  Adj.  Gen.,  Washington,  D.  C. 

BISHOP,  RICHARD   E.,  First  Lieutenant 508  Whites  Avenue,  Marion,  Ind. 

SPARKS,  HARRY  G.,  First  Lieutenant 416  Second  Street,  Jackson,  Mich. 

SCOTT,  MORRIS,  Second  Lieutenant Address  Unknown 

AHEARN,  EDWARD  W.,  Corp.  BENEDICT,  PETER,  Pvt.  BRAND,  FRED  C,  Pvt. 

Port  Austin,  Michigan  1111  Person  Street,  18  Wing  Place, 

ALBERG   ANDREW  R.,  Pvt.  Lansing,  Michigan  Detroit,  Michigan 

Scranton,  Kansas  BENSETT,  BERNARD,  Pvt.  BRANDT,  FRED,  Pvt. 

AM4TJM   nvnwnv  »     v„*  3*'  Holcomb  Avenue,  R.  F.  D.  No.  6, 

AM^N,  GEORGE  R.,  Pvt.  Detroit,  Michigan  Millford,  Michigan 

MindenCity,  Michigan  BERKFIELD,  ELMER  L.,  Pvt.  BRYK,  PETER,  Pvt. 

533  East  Franklin  Street,  1317  Avondale  Street, 

AMOTO,  JOE,  Pvt.  Huntington,  Indiana  Toledo,  Ohio 

ri.^f?«^"Mfil?Jir^'^''  BERNIERI,  PASQUALE,  Pvt.  BUCKLEY,  THOMAS,  Pvt. 

uetroit,  Micnigan  gj^  Riopelle  Street,  1272  Wabash  Avenue, 

ANDERSON,  ALEXANDER  D.,  Pvt.  Detroit,  Michigan  Detroit,  Michigan 

l^^?  **"i,^'L':''''  BESSOLO,  PETER,  Pvt.  BURR,  HARRY  C,  Pvt. 

Detroit,  Michigan  UOy  Central  Avenue,  Tawas  City,  Michigan 

ANDERSON,  CARL  E.,  Pvt.  Flint,  Michigan  BUTLER   WILLIAM  J.   Pvt. 

56  Cardoni  Street,  SETTLES,  RAYMOND  R.,  Pvt.  721  Lafayette  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan  87  pord  Avenue,  Grand  Rapids,  Michigan 

ANDERSON,  RAY  E.,  Pvt.  Highland  Park,  Michigan  CAMPBELL,  JOHN  A.,  Pvt. 

Beacon,  Iowa  BEUKEMA,  HARRY  J.,  Pvt.  324  Stevenson,  Street, 

ANTONELLI,  GUISEPPE,  Pvt.  1  CI.  943  Dunham  Street  Flint,  Michigan 

484  Alexandrine  Avenue,  Grand  Rapids,  Michigan  CAMPOSANO,  BENEDDETTO,  Pvt. 

Detroit,  Michigan  BINDER,  GEORGE  G.,  Pvt.  1st  CI.  1104  Vernon  Parker  Place, 

ASHLEY,  GEORGE  H.,  Pvt.  Rockford,  Michigan  Chicago,  Illinois 

604  Neil  Avenue,  BISHOP,  RICHARD  E.,  1st.  Lt.  CANNEY,  STEPHEN  J.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

Helena   Montana  508  Whites  Avenue,  257  Vermont  Street, 

^.„,-,r    J ^            Marion,  Indiana  Detroit,  Michigan 

^''^'p^'o'^ox^b'^"'-  '  '''•  BLACK,  WILLIAM  J.,  Pvt.  CARL,  MAX  L.,  Sgt. 

Norway,  Michigan  5,-  wV^' ?°J-''  516  East  Lafayette  Avenue, 

BAILEY,  WALTER  E.,  Pvt.  1  C.  „,  a^r   RunoT  pTh     p  t  "'  "" 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1,  Box  16,  BLAIR,  RUDOLPH  H.,  Pvt.  CARTER,  LEWIS  A.,  Pvt. 

Duncannon,  Pa.  Emmet,  Michigan  New  Lexington,  Ohio 

BALL,  GEORGE  V.,  Pvt.  1  CI.  ^°^n?o^,k,''^J^?^^''  L'  ^Z^'  *"  ^''  CASE,  CHESTER  H.,  Pvt. 

756  Vermont  Street,  rhi?»^„  lir^^"™''  ^        ''  147  P"ry  Avenue 

Detroit,  Michigan  Chicago,  lUmois.  Detroit,  Michigan 

BALL,  LESTER  C,  Pvt.  1st  CI.  ^°^l2TS.\.tsS^?'''' '  ''"'•  ''''  ^'^  CASTLE,  WALTER  E.,  Pvt. 

Byron  Center,  Michigan  Detroit,  Michigan  Villa  Ridge,  Illinois 

BARLOW,  ALBERT  C,  Pvt.  BRACKETT,  THOMAS  A.,  Pvt.  1st  CI  CHADWICK,  ELLIOTT  B.,  Pvt. 

6110  Stoney  Island  Avenue,  2819  Industrial  Avenue,  335  Taylor  Alley, 

Chicago,  Illinois  Flint,  Michigan  Ionia,  Michigan 

—  196  — 


CHAN  NINO,  GEORGE  C,  Corp. 
2875  East  Grand  Boulevard. 
Detroit,  Michigan 

CHISNALL,  CHARLES.  Pvt. 

124  Railway  Street, 

Woodstock.  Canada 
CHRISTIE,  WILLIAM,  Bglr. 

204  Avery  Avenue. 

Detroit,  Michigan 
CIARAMILLO,  JOHN.  Pvt. 

164  Livingston  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
CIPPONERI,  VITO,  Pvt. 

407  Lafayette  Avenue,  East, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
COLASANTI,  VINCENT,  Cook, 

614  Chene  Street, 

Detroit.  Michigan 
COPELAND.  RAY  H..  Corp. 

Grindstone  City.  Michigan 
COLANDRELLO,  FELIX  F..  Pvt. 

24  Minetto  Lane, 

New  York,  N.  Y. 
COPPENS.  RICHARD.  Pvt. 

Hermensville,  Michigan 
CORBETT.  JAMES  A.,  Pvt. 

1070  Fischer  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
COST  ANTING.  TINDARO,  Pvt. 

1030  Monterey  Street, 

San  Antonio,  Texas 
CZARNECKI,  KAZIMIERZ,  Hs. 

1149  Chene  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
DALLACE,  DOMANICKO,  Pvt. 

Company  House  No.  5, 

Marquette,  Michigan 
DANOWSKI,  JOHN  F.,  Sgt. 

146  Hale  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
DARMODY,  LOUIS  C.Pvt.  1  CI. 

Care  Brainard  Hospital. 

Alma,  Michigan 
DECHERT,  MILTON,  Pvt. 

702  Bellevue,  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
DE  FOOR,  ALFONS,  Pvt. 

P.  O.  Box  64, 

Elmira,  Ohio 
DEVLIN,  JOHN  J.,  Pvt. 

1113  Trumbull  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
D'HULSTER,  HECTOR.  Pvt. 

118  Helen  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
DILLE,  WILLIAM  E.,  Pvt. 

47  Livingstone  Avenue, 

Dayton,  Ohio 

DIPIAZZA,  JOE,  Pvt. 
380  Center  Street, 
Ionia,  Michigan 

DOMMER,  ALBERT  F.,  Pvt. 
1181  Bellevue  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

DRURY,  BLIGH.  Pvt. 
R.  F.  D.  No.  3, 
Marion,  Michigan 

DUDICK,  BERNARD  A.,  Pvt. 
Stanwood,  Michigan 

DUFFEY,  GEORGE  E.,  Pvt. 
1233  15th  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

DUNCAN,  ALEXANDER,  Corp. 
923  Decker  Street, 
Flint,  Michigan 

DUNCAN,  CHARLES  O.,  Pvt. 
R.  F.  D.  No.  1,  Box  56, 
Dillsboro,  Indiana 

FARICH,  EVERETT  J.,  Pvt.  1st  CL 

372  Elizabeth  Street  West, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

EDSON,  FLOYD  P.,  Pvt. 
Belding,  Michigan 

EIDEN,  ANDREW  E.,  Pvt.,  1st  CI. 
525  Humbolt  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

EMERY,  CHARLES,  JR.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

1236  Belvidere  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
EVANOFF,  CONST ANTINE,  Pvt. 

373  Ferry  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

EWALD,  OTTO  F.,  Pvt. 
963  24th  Street 
Detroit,  Michigan 

EWING,  NELSON  H.,  Corp. 
247  Chestnut  Avenue, 
Springfield,  Ohio 

FAGAN,  DELBERT  D.,  Pvt. 
Lindsey,  Wisconsin 


FELDPAUSH,  JOHN  A.,  Pvt. 

598  Chene  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
FERRARA,  GUISEPPE,  Pvt. 

197  Scholes  Street, 

Brooklyn,  New  York 

FINDLEY,  CHARLES  B.,  Pvt. 

622  10th  Avenue, 

Pitcairn,  Pennsylvania 
FINDOR,  ADOLPH  W.,  Corp. 

93  Lawton  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
FOX,  RAY  W.,  Sgt. 

143  Lower  Market  Street, 

Milton,  Pennsylvania 
FREDERIKSEN,  FREDERICK  W.,  Pvt. 

1101  15th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
FREEDMAN,  BARNEY,  Corp. 

684  Gratiot  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
FREEBURG,  CARL  J.,  Pvt.  Ist  CI. 

1022  Stockton  Street 

Flint,  Michigan 
FREITAG,  GUSTAV,  Pvt.,  Ist  CI. 

57  South  Street, 

Rensselear,  New  York 
GERACE,  ANTHONY,  Bugler, 

521  South  Division  Street, 

Buffalo,  New  York 
GOLDFARB,  SAMUEL,  Corp. 

1490  Russell  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
GORDON,  BERT  J.,  Pvt. 

224  Oregon  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
GORTON,  MAX  L.,  2nd  Lt. 

1427  Stout  Street, 

Denver,  Colorado 
GOSCZYNSKI,  STANISLAW,  Hs. 

80  Windham  Place, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
GRENKOWITZ,  PAUL  B.,  Corp. 

576  Gratiot  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
GRENFELL,  RICHARD  J.,  Pvt. 

P.  O.  Box  57, 

Osceola,  Michigan 
HACKETT,  ALBERT  J.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 

Ionia,  Michigan 
HACKETT,  EDWARD  K.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 

Ionia,  Michigan 
HANES,  GORDON  E.,  Pvt. 

2380  Lafayette  Boulevard, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HARRIS,  HOWARD  G.,  Pvt. 

Scudder  P.  O., 

Pelee  Island.  Canada 
HARSCH,  JOHN  W.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3, 

South  Haven,  Michigan 
HART,  LAUREN  J.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Hagaman,  New  York 
HERGOTT,  ALBIN  M.,  Pvt. 

382  Palmer  Avenue  East, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HESSE,  CARL  L,  Corp. 

590  Gratiot  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HICKS,  CECIL  v.,  Chief  Mech. 

214  Commonwealth  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HILDRETH,  LYMAN  D.,  Pvt. 

Grandville,  Michigan 
HOFER.  HAROLD  J.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 

North  Detroit,  Michigan 
HOLMES,  EMERALD  D.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

Hillman,  Michigan 

HORVATH,  LOUIS,  Pvt. 
P.  O.  Box  89, 
River  Rouge,  Michigan 

HUBACEK,  JOSEPH  C,  Pvt. 

1910  West  47th  Street, 

Chicago,  Illinois 
HUDDLESTONE,  CARL  S.,  Pvt. 

Mancelona,  Michigan 
HURNS,  THOMAS  P.,  Pvt. 

2907  Industrial  Avenue, 

Flint,  Michigan 

INFANT,  HARRY,  Sgt. 
562  Watson  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

IRONSIDE,  ALEX.  E.,  Pvt. 
1008  Seymour  Street, 
Sault  Ste.  Maire,  Mich. 

ISRAEL.  ARTHUR  A.,  Pvt. 
688  Wabash  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

—  197  — 


JOLOSKY,  MICHAEL  M.,  Pvt. 

63  Goethe  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 
JOHNSON,  ROBERT  W.,  Pvt. 
1266  Wabash  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

KAMINSKI.  JOHN,  Pvt. 

1035  Dubois  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
KANIEWSKl,  JOHN,  Pvt. 

698  Milwaukee  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
KELLAR,  GUY  M.,  Pvt. 

1019  Seminole  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
KELLY,  BURL  J.,  Stab.  Sgt. 

290  Calvert  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
KELLY.  ROY.  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I. 

Deckerville.  Michigan 
KIDDER,  ALDEN  F.,  Pvt. 

405  Michigan  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
KRYNAK,  JOSEPH,  Pvt. 

P.  O.  Box  61, 

Whitsett,  Pa. 
KUNOWSKE,  CARL  F.,  Corp. 

1376  Belvidere  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
LA  BARRE,  GEORGE  N.,  Mech. 

R.  F.  D.  2. 

Gaines,  Michigan 
LACEY,  VAL.,  Pvt. 

2021  Stanford  Avenue, 

Flint,  Michigan 
LARRIAR,  FRANK  E..  Corp. 

581  East  Milwaukee  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
LARSON,  HARRY  S.,  Pvt. 

563  St.  Jean  Street, 

Detroit,  Michitjan 
LEBQWITZ,  HARRY,  Pvt. 

172  East  Duquesne  Avenue, 

Duquesne,  Pennsylvania 
LEISTNER,  BARNEY  F.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  10, 

Brownsville.  Indiana 
LEONARD,  VERNE  E.,  Sgt. 

Highland,  Michigan 
LEONARDI,  LUIGI,  Pvt. 

57  Morton  Street, 

New  York,  N.  Y. 
LOMBARDI,  TONY,  Pvt. 

1527  Industrial  Avenue, 

Flint.  Michigan 
LOREE,  HARRY  B.,  Pvt.  1st  CI 

328  Hecla  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
LOTTRIDGE,  GEORGE,  Corp. 

Jonesboro,  Indiana 
LOUVETT,  LOUIS  W.,  Pvt. 

1344  Baldwin  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
LOVE,  ROBERT  L.,  Pvt. 

125  Myrtle  Street, 

Detroit,  Michiga.n 
LOWISH,  ONA  H.,  Corp. 

507  Wabash  Avenue, 

Terre  Haute,  Indiana 
MALONE.  ALBERT.  Pvt. 

562  Watson  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MARLOR,  WILLIAM,  Pvt. 

924  Front  Street. 

Hancock,  Michigan 
MAYES,  HOWARD  S.,  Cook, 

52  Halsey  Street, 

Astoria,  Long  Island,  New  York 
MAYEWSKI,  JOSEPH,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

1108  St.  Aubin  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MAZMANIAN.  GARABED,  Sad. 

56  Aubumdale  Avenue. 

Highland  Park,  Michigan 

MC  BRIDE,  JASPER,  Pvt. 
Plainville,  Indiana 

MC  CARTHY,  JEREMIAH  J.,  Pvt. 
R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 
Newport,  Michigan 

MC  NALLY.  JOHN  V.,  Pvt. 
129  Seventh  Avenue, 
Altoona,  Pennsylvania 

MEURER,  ERHARD  F.,  Sgt. 

463  St.  Aubin  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MORAN.  CHARLES  W.,  Sup.  Stt 

321  North  5th  Street, 

Grand  Haven,  Michigan 

MORBY.  GEORGE,  Corp. 
709  Mount  Clair  Avenue. 
Detroit,  Michigan 


MORICONI,  PASQUALE  C,  Pvt. 
403  Division  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

NAVARRE,  CLEATUS  S.,  Pvt. 
722  Hubke  Street, 
Monroe,  Michigan 

NIESTEMSKI,  JOSEPH,  Pvt. 

667  Warren  Avenue  East, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
NUSCA,  CARMINE,  Pvt. 

535  West  Lincoln  Avenue, 

Ionia,  Michigan 
PAGE,  WILLIAM  E.,  Pvt. 

Willard,  Ohio 
PARKER,  CLYDE  R.,  1st  Sgt. 

183  Pine  Street, 

Fitchburg,  Massachusetts 
PERRY,  LAWRENCE  E.,  Pvt. 

330  North  Mary  Street, 

Escanaba,  Michigan 
PHILLIPS,  JOHN  H.,  Pvt. 

115  Harrison  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
PHILO,  LEO  P.,  Corp. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 

Union  City,  Michigan 
PILOT,  PAUL.  Pvt.  1st  01. 

626  Palmer  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
QUEASBARTH,  HENRY  J..  Mech. 

107  Scott  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
RANZENBERGER,  CHRISTIAN  E.,  Corp. 

Frankenmuth,  Michigan 
REICHARD,  CLARENCE  P.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

952  Vermont  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
REINECKE,  WILLIAM  F.,  Pvt.  1st  CI 

49  Hendricks  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 

RICCI,  ANGELO  P.,  Pvt. 
1000  Toledo  Street, 
Logansport,  Indiana 

ROCCO,  MICHELE,  Pvt. 
1121  Flatbush  Avenue, 
Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 

ROOSE,  JULIUS,  Hs. 
R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Mt.  Pleasant,  Michigan 

ROWLEY,  WILLIAM  H.,  Pvt. 
R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 
Lake,  Michigan 

RUPP,  PERRY  I.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 
2410  ;  i  Gratiot  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

RUSSELL,  THOMAS  D.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 
1609  Janes  Avenue, 
Saginaw,  Michigan 


RYAN,  JAMES  J.,  Cook, 
2437  South  Troy  Street, 
Chicago,  Illinois 

SCHMELZLE,  JOHN,  Corp. 
R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 
Highland  Park,  Michigan 

SCHULTZ,  ANTHONY  A.,  Bug. 
622  St.  Aubin  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

SCHWEITZER,  EDWARD,  Pvt. 
1494  McClellan  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

SCOTT,  MORRIS,  2nd  Lt., 
Route  No.  4, 
Fulton,  Kentucky 

SHEEHAN,  GEORGE  V.,  Pvt. 
901  East  7th  Street, 
Duluth,  Minnesota 

SILKWOOD,  CHARLES  H.,  Pvt. 
Nevo,  Illinois 

SMITH,  BENNIE  B,  Pvt. 

Box  301, 

Mt.  Washington,  Missouri 
SOULLIER.  MARK  P.,  Pvt. 

289  Pallister  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SPARKS,  HARRY  G.,  1st  Lt. 

416  Second  Street, 

Jackson,  Michigan 
STAHL,  EDWARD  P.,  Pvt. 

Navarre,  Ohio 
STANEK,  LOUIS,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4, 

East  Jordan,  Michigan 
STEVENS,  HERBERT,  Pvt. 

316  East  Walnut  Street, 

Kalamazoo,  Michigan 
STRUBANK,  JOHN  W.,  Pvt. 

423  Maple  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SULLIVAN,  THOMAS,  Pvt. 

Box  389, 

Coalinga,  California 

SZYNISZEWSKI,  STEFAN,  Pvt. 

697  Grandy  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
TAVA,  OTTO  L.,  Pvt. 

513  James  Street, 

Ludington,  Michigan 
THURMOND,  HENRY  D.,  Cook, 

2102  North  19th  Street, 

East  St.  Louis,  Illinois 

TIGHE,  GEORGE  F.,  Mess  Sgt. 
201  South  Madison  Street, 
Bay  City,  Michigan 

TROTTER,  GEORGE  D.,  Pvt. 
1229  16th  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 


UNGER,  JOSEPH,  Pvt. 

509  South  First  Street, 

Rockford.  Illinois 
VALANIDAS.  PANGIOTIS  A.,  Pvt. 

575  Watson  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
VAN  DER  VREKEN,  RENE,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 

North  Detroit,  Michigan 
VON  DETTE,  LEO,  Sgt. 

711  North  Fayette  Street, 

Saginaw,  Michigan 
WADOWSKI,  ALEXANDER,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

184  Findlay  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
WALLACE,  JAMES  S.,  Pvt. 

364  Lycaster  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
WALRAVEN,  HENRY  J.,  Pvt. 

190  Garadian  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
WALTERS,  JOHN.  Sgt. 

500  Pingree  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
WALTERS,  WILLIAM  R.,  Sgt. 

420  Brainard  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 

WARNER,  FRANK  L.,  Pvt. 
197  East  North  Street, 
East  Palestine,  Ohio 

WARNECKE,  ARMAND  E.,  Pvt. 
R    F.  D.  No.  2, 
Cleman,  Wisconsin 

WASKO,  NICHOLAS,  Pvt. 
1899  Duss  Avenue, 
Ambridge,  Pennsylvania 

WHEELER,  CARLTON  L.,  Capt. 
Summerville,  Georgia 

WILSON,  FRANK,  Pvt. 

396  Congress  Street  East, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

WHITNEY,  VERNON  R.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 
Bath,  Michigan 

WILSON,  ROY  W.,  2nd  Lt. 
34  Bartlett  Road, 
Winthrop,  Massachusetts 

WISMER,  HAROLD  D.,  Pvt. 
General  Delivery, 
Twining,  Michigan 

WLECIAL,  LEO,  Pvt. 

1498  Baldwin  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

WOOD,  GEORGE  W.,  Pvt. 
1296  Holcomb  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

YEARWOOD,  RAY,  Sgt. 
211  South  8th  Street, 
Mt.  Vernon,  Illinois 


F  BATTERY 

CABEEN,  WAYLAND    H.  (deceased)  Captain 523  Owen  Street,  Saginaw,  Michigan 

BRENNAN,  ROWLAND  E.,  First  Lieutenant 215  Montana  Avenue,  Madison,  Wisconsin 

CORYELL,  CHARLES  A.,  First  Lieutenant 1400  Center  Avenue,  Bay  City,  Michigan 

HEAD,  JEROME  R.,  Second  Lieutenant 406  Wisconsin  Avenue,  Madison,  Wisconsin 

POULTER,  WILLIAM  I.,  Second  Lieutenant 185  West  Center  Avenue,  Logan,  Utah 

ADAMS,  GEORGE  J.,  Pvt.                                           BOZUNG,  HOWARD  J.,  Pvt.  CHIPLIS,  STEPHEN  M.  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

475  Buick  Street,                                                                  R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  1117  2nd  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan                                                                Ionia,  Michigan  Detroit,  Michigan 

ALARIE,  RAYMOND  J.,  Sup.  Sgt.                           BRYANT,  FRANK  P.,  Pvt.  1st  CI.  COLLINS,  ELMER  W,  Pvt. 

57  Grandy  Avenue,                                                             1111  Pine  Street,  46  Lovett  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan                                                                Lakeview,  Birmingham,  Alabama  Detroit,  Michigan 

^^^I^lj  ^9?^''I  G-.  Pvt.                                      BUJALSKI,  STANLEY,  Pvt.  COPE,  JESSE  L.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

87  Hydelburg  Street,                                                          706  Forest  East  (Apt.  No.  17)  3638  Harrison  Street  South, 

Detroit,  Michigan                                                           Detroit,  Michigan  South  Omaha.  Nebraska 

BASNER    JOHN,  Pvt                                                      BULLEN,  THOMAS  A,  Pvt.  COSTELLO,  RICHARD  J.,  Corp. 

ligJniw,  MrcWgan  '                                                       Wildie,  Kentucky.  28  Humboldt  Avenue, 

RAIIFR    lOHN  T     Pvt                                                    BUNCH,  DELBERT  D.,  Pvt.  Detroit,  Michigan 

R    F    D    No    i'                                                                      R-  F-  D.  No.  3.  COSTELLO,  SAMUEL  L.,  Pvt. 

Daggett,  Michigan                                                          Lakeville,  Indiana  28  Humboldt  Avenue, 

BEARDSLEY,  FLOYD  G.,  Chief  Mech.                BUSH,  THOMAS  E,  Pvt.  1st  CI.  Detroit,  Michigan 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4,                                                                     R.  F-  D.  No.  1,  CRIBLEY,  JOSEPH,  pvt. 

Charlotte,  Michigan                                                       Bcllaire,  Michigan  Catton,  Ontario   Canada 

BENECKE,  GEORGE  W.,  Sgt.                                   CALLAHAN,  HERBERT  P.,  Cook,  CUDDIGAN,  WILLIAM  J.,  Corp. 

1441  East  Lewis  Street,                                                     458  Maple  Street,  12  Orange  Street, 

Fort  Wayne,  Indiana                                                     Detroit,  Michigan  Hartford,  Connecticut. 

BERG,  ANSELM  I,  Pvt.  1st  CI.                               CARLSON,  ANDREW,  Saddler  DAGGETT,  EARL  A.,  Pvt. 

Saint  Marys,  Idaho                                                             1423  Cass  Avenue,  Pentwater,  Michigan 

BESTROM,  LAWRENCE  C,  Pvt.                                  Detroit,  Michigan  DUCEATT,  ARTHUR  E.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

Bailey,  Michigan                                                         CARNEY,  ARTHUR  E.,  Sgt.  1038  Harper  Avenue, 

BLACK,  WILLIAM  D.,  Pvt.                                             612  Broadway  Street,  Detroit,  Michigan 

McGrlgo?"Mic?igan                                                          °"°''°'  ^'"''^'"  EMEMAKER,  RICHARD  T.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

r,^J^l^^^  iJTT^r  r^                                           CASPER,  T.  DEWITT,  Corp.  58  Greenwood  Avenue, 

BOERNER,  FRANK  L.,  Corp.                                             Blue,  Arizona  Detroit,  Michigan 

Mio,  Michigan 

BOWMAN   EDWARD,  Pvt.                                      CASSIN,  JAMES  R,  Pvt.  1st  CI.  FAWKES,  WILLIAM  S.,  Pvt. 

35  Parson  Street,                                                             531  North  16th  Street,  Sears,  Michigan 

Detroit,  Michigan                                                           Newark,  New  Jersey  (Care  Mrs.  H.  D.  Cummmgs) 

198 


FERRY,  DOMINIC.  Horseahoer, 

353  Brady  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
FETTERS.  WILLIS  R.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2. 

Cassopolis,  Michigan 
FISCHER,  CARL  W..  Corp. 

Grayling,  Michigan 
FLEMING,  ROBERT  L  ,  Stb.  Sgt. 

Flemingsburg.  Kentucky 
FLETCHER.  ROBERT  W.,  Corp. 

42  Gwymore  Avenue, 

Toronto.  Canada. 
FRONTERO.  DOMONICK,  Pvt. 

No  address 
FURHMAN,  ALEXANDER  A.  Horseshoer 

Port  Hope,  Michigan 
GANDIA,  ANGEL  C,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

Maniti,  Porto  Rico 
GANNON,  CHARLES  J.,  Pvt. 

215  Courtland  Avenue, 

Highland  Park,  Michigan 
GEHRING,  JOSEPH,  Pvt. 

44  East  Place, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
GENNEMATAS,  GEORGE  W.,  Pvt. 

74  Florence  Avenue, 

Highland  Park,  Michigan 
GENICKS,  SAMUEL,  Pvt. 

1417  Maplewood  Avenue, 

Flint,  Michigan 
GIBBARD,  LELAND  M.,  Pvt.  1st  01. 

(Deceased) 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3. 

East  Jordan,  Michigan 
GIBSON,  EDWARD  C,  Corp. 

Salt  Lake  City,  Utah 
GINTER,  DAVE  L.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

721  Willis  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
GOULLIDES.  PATROCLOS,  Pvt. 

15  Hospital  Street, 

Providence,  Rhode  Island 
GRAINGER,  WILLIAM,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

519  Cass  Avenue, 

Detroit.  Michigan 
GREUEL,  ARTHUR  A.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

1190  Holton  Street, 

Milwaukee,  Wisconsin 
GROTLE,  HAROLD,  Pvt. 

1621  Ferry  Avenue. 

Seattle,  Washington 
GURAK,  STANLEY,  Pvt. 

1749  Erie  Street, 

Chicago,  Illinois 
HACKENBURG,  ULYSSES,  Mech. 

943  South  8th  Street, 

South  Bend,  Indiana 
HAUSSMAN.  ALBERT,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Belding,  Michigan 
HEATER.  HENRY  E.,  JR.,  Bugler, 

231  Humboldt  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HILLGER,  JOHN,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

131  Baldwin  Avenue, 

Detroit.  Michigan 
HIRT,  AUGUST  F.,  Pvt. 

31  Alba  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HISGEN.  ALOYSIUS  J.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

123  Bley  Ker  Street. 

Kalamazoo,  Michigan 
HOLM.  PETER  A.,  Pvt. 

623  Division  Street, 

Marquette,  Michigan 
HOOPER,  EDWARD  G.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

46  Watson  Street,  (Apt.  No.  3) 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HORAN,  JAMES,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

3173  Tolson  Street, 

San  Francisco,  California 
HORGAN,  TIMOTHY  J.,  Corp. 

545  16th  Street. 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HORWITZ,  JOSHUA,  Pvt. 

74  Bank  Street, 

Ottawa,  Ont.,  Canada 
HUDEREWICZ,  JOSEPH,  Pvt. 

74  Boulevard  Court, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HUMPHRISS,  GEORGE  C,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

114  Hogarth  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
JARRARD.  RICHARD  T.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

305  Paschill  Street, 

Houston,  Texas 
JOSEPH.  AUSTIN,  Sgt. 

926  Fairview  Avenue, 

St.  Clair  Heights,  Detroit,  Michigan 
KALTZ,  JOHN  M.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

721  Leland  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 


KANE,  ALBERT,  Pvt. 

Hellertown,  Pennsylvania 
KAUFMAN,  HARRY,  Pvt. 

2 1 1  Hcndrie  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
KAUSCHKY,  JOSEPH  A.,  Sgt. 

Hotel  Iroquois, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
KELLEY,  FRANCIS  S.,  Pvt.  Ist  CI. 

263  17th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
KENNY,  THOMAS,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

263  17th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
KERSTEN,  WILLIAM  H.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

713  East  Alexandria  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
KNAPMAN,  WILLIAM,  Pvt. 

303  Edison  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
KONECZNY,  MATTHEW,  Pvt. 

337  Moran  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
KOSKI,  JOHN  E.,  Cook, 

520  Jackson  Street, 

Negaunee,  Michigan 
KRIGBAUM,  ROBERT  E.,  Pvt. 

Sappe  Lake,  Washington 
KRUGER,  LOUIS  A.,  Pvt. 

411  Williams  Avenue, 
Brooklyn,  New  York 

KUBICKI,  FRANK  J.,  Pvt. 

887  Mcdbury  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
KUZINSKI,  ANDREW,  Pvt. 

1306  Blackstone  Street, 

Jackson,  Michigan 
LA  PONSEY,  LEO  J.,  Pvt.,  1st  CI. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  5, 

Caro,  Michigan  .^ 

LANSING,  ROY  H.,  Pvt. 

51  East  Alexandrine  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
LEACH,  HARLEY  E.,  Pvt. 

820  Washington  Avenue, 

Alpena.  Michigan 
LEBIRE,  JOSEPH  L.,  Pvt. 

Butte  City,  California 
LEMLER,  ORVIA,  Pvt. 

Bourbon,  Indiana 
LEUSCH,  VINCENT,  Pvt. 

412  East  Maple  Avenue. 
Laporte,  Indiana 

LEWIS,  OTIS  B.,  Pvt. 

Fenton,  Tennessee 
LIBBY,  LINWOOD  F.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

748  Kirby  Avenue,  West, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
LIDDICOAT,  HUGH  R.,  Corp. 

412  Meldrum  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
LIDDICOAT,  RICHARD  J.,  Corp. 

412  Meldrum  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
LOKANIS,  JOHN,  Corp. 

1068  Chene  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
LONG,  NELLO  J.,  Pvt. 

121  West  High  Street, 

Detroit.  Michigan 
LONGE,  LOUIS,  Pvt. 

656  Newport  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
LORIMER,  ROBERT,  Sgt. 

1416  14th  Avenue. 

Detroit,  Michigan 
LUDWIG,  GEORGE  A.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Maple  City,  Michigan 
LUMLEY.  FREDERICK  A,  Corp. 

1180  16th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
LYNN,  JAMES  H.,  Pvt. 

766  Woodward  Avenue; 

Detroit,  Michigan 
LYON,  JAMES  G.,  Pvt. 

Clarksville,  Georgia 
MC  COOL,  ERNEST  G.,  Pvt. 

124  Hendrie  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MC  GRATH,  JOHN  L.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

228  20th  Street, 

Detroit.  Michigan 
MC  KAY.  WILLIAM  R.,  Pvt. 

455  18th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 

MARKOWSKI,  WILLIAM,  Pvt. 
1139  St.  Aubin  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

MARSHALL,  DAVID  J.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 
65  Atlantic  Avenue. 
Long  Beach,  California 

—  199  — 


MARVIN,  RALPH  E.,  Pvt. 

181  Stanton  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MASSEY,  JOHN,  Pvt. 

579  Roosevelt  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MASSEY,  WILLIAM  G.,  Pvt. 

1113  8th  Avenue, 

Flint,  Michigan 
MAZIASZ,  FELIX,  Pvt.  Ist  CI. 

590  Harlcr  Avenue  East, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MEYERS,  FREDERICK  G.,  Pvt. 

740  Sheridan  Road, 

Glencoe,  Chicago,  Illinois 
MILLER,  EDWARD  H.,  Pvt. 

606  17th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MINNEMA,  JOHN  M,  Pvt. 

1S8  19th  Street  West, 

Holland,  Michigan 
MISHLER,  MILTON,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 

Newaygo,  Michigan 
MOONEY,  THOMAS  A.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

305  Canada  Avenue, 

St.  Louis,  Missouri 
MOORE,  JAMES  A,  Pvt. 

2779  St.  Park  Avenue, 

Chicago,  Illinois 
MUELLER,  ERNEST,  Pvt. 

Care  J.  Leason, 

157  Willis  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
NEUBAUER,  FRANK  H',  Pvt. 

2835  20th  Street, 

Port  Huron,  Michigan 
NOONAN,  JOHN  F.,  Pvt. 

257  West  Canfield  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
NORELL,  ARTHUR  F.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

804  Ludington  Avenue, 

Escanaba,  Michigan 
NOTTAGE,  RICHARD  D.,  1st  Sgt. 

228  Central  Avenue, 

Saint  Petersburg,  Florida 
ORDELOW,  DAVID,  Pvt. 

92  Division  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
PAPPAS,  ALEXANDER  G.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

31  Cedar  Hurst  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
PARKS,  ARCHIE,  Pvt 

105  Greenfield  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
PARENT,  BERNARD  C,  Pvt. 

913  State  Street, 

Bay  City,  Michigan 
PERALLA,  ERNEST  E.,  Pvt. 

Toviola,  Michigan 
PHILLIPS,  BYRON  C.  Pvt. 

754  Paterson  Street, 

Flint,  Michigan 
POTTER,  CYRIL  A.,  Horseshoer, 

Central  Lake,  Michigan 

PRESSELL,  HARRY  C,  Mech. 
(Deceased) 
177  Crescent  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

PROEFKE,  ARTHUR,  Pvt. 
995  Frederick  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

PRYSBY,  VICTOR  J.,  Corp. 
286  Canfield  East, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

RADEMACHER.  LEO  T.,  Sergt. 

463  McDougall  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
RAMSHAW,  FRANK,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

58  West  Elizabeth  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 

RAMSHAW,  FRED,  Pvt. 

58  West  Elizabeth  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

RANKIN,  HARRY  J.,  Pvt. 
176  Thiemes  Street, 
Chatham,  Ont.,  Canada 

RENNYX,  LYNN,  Sergt. 

Moscow,  Michigan  (Hillsdale  County) 

REYNOLDS,  HARRY,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 
301  Brook  Street, 
Muscatine,  Iowa 

RHODEHOUSE,  CHARLES  W.,  Pvt.,  1st  CI 
16  Austin  Place, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

RICE,  EARL  A.,  Corp. 

150  Ferry  Avenue  West, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

ROTES,  WILLIAM  C,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 
203  East  Lansing  Street, 
Jackson,  Michigan 


RUGILA,  ANDREW,  Sgt. 

184  Windine  Avenue, 

Highland  Park,  Mich. 
RUHL,  FRANK  G.,  Sergt. 

228  Harrison  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
RUSSELL,  ROBERT  D.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

640  17th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SCHMIDT,  JOHN,  Pvt. 

811  16th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SCHNEIDER,  JOSEPH  A.,  Pvt. 

194  Kerwine  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SCHOEN,  FRED  H.,  Pvt. 

227  Hunt  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SCHRAMM,  WILLIAM  G.,  Pvt. 

78  Moran  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SCHROEDER,  ARTHUR  C,  Pvt. 

352  McDougall  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SCHULTZ,  EDWARD  A.,  Pvt. 

638  Mullet  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SECORD,  EARL  L.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

Elmira,  Michigan 
SEDESTROM,  CHARLES  S.,  Sup.  Sgt. 

575  Holden  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SELINSKI,  JOHN  F.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

895  Kirby  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SERVICE,  CECIL  O.,  Pvt.  (Deceased) 

General  Delivery, 

Vassar,  Michigan 
SHAW,  HAROLD  C,  Pvt. 

251  4th  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SHEPPARD,  EDWARD  G.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Rose  City,  Michigan 
SIELOFF,  EDWARD,  Pvt. 

147  Canter  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SILINSKI,  JOSEPH  F.,  Pvt. 

895  Kirby  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SLIGER,  CLARENCE  G.,  Pvt. 

General  Delivery, 

Sault  Ste.  Marie,  Michigan 


SMITH,  AUBREY,  Pvt. 

1415  Harper  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SMITH,  HOWARD  L.,  Pvt. 

759  4th  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SMOLINSKI,  JOE,  Pvt. 

158  Canter  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SNYDER,  JAMES  B.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

Blue,  Arizona 
SPRAGUE,  RICHARD  A.,  Mech. 

624  Antoinette  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SPROWL,  HARRY,  Pvt. 

854  Summer  Street, 

Hammond,  Indiana 
ST.  JAMES,  JAMES,  Cook, 

Saint  Ignace,  Michigan 
STANLEY,  HUBERT,  Mess  Sgt. 

481  McGraw  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
STEPHENSON,  GEORGE  W.,  Pvt. 

525  Dayton  Street, 

Flint,  Michigan 
STERLING,  WILLIAM  B.,  Corp. 

108  Dwight  Street, 

Lansing,  Michigan     - 
STETEKLUH,  FERD  F.,  Sergt. 

2460  West  Grand  Boulevard, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
STOPPER,  GEORGE  M.,  Bugler 

658  Franklin  Street, 

Williamsport,  Pennsylvania 
SWANTER,  JOHN  P.,  Corp 

Box  No.  23,  R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Omer,  Michigan 
SZWANDER,  ANTONI,  Pvt. 

3646-59th  Street,  East, 

Cleveland,  Ohio 
TACKABERY,  ROY  E.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

198  McGraw  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
TAYLOR,  WALTER,  Pvt. 

197  Vermont  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 

THEOBALD,  HAROLD,  Pvt. 
1124  Porter  Street, 
Lansing,  Michigan 

THIES,  ALBERT,  Cook 

749  McDougall  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 


THOMPSON,  CURLEY,  Corp. 

602-14th  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
TORRENTO,  CAMILLO,  Pvt. 

990  Bassemoure  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
TRAHAN,  EDWARD,  Pvt. 

93  West  Street, 

Chicopea,  Massachusetts 
TRIPP,  ARTHUR,  Pvt. 

827  Clayton  Street, 

Lansing,  Michigan 
TUCKER,  FRANK  L.,  Corp. 

459-17th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
UGENTE,  PAUL,  Pvt. 

47  Benwick  Street, 

New  York  City,  New  York 
VALLE,  JOHN,  Pvt. 

Box  No.  222, 

Three  Rivers,  Michigan 
VIZZINI,  JAMES,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

89  Mitchill  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 

VOSS,  HARRY,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

3524  North  Oakland  Avenue, 
Chicago,  Illinois 

WADVILLE,  MIKE,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 
1457  Hamilton  Avenue, 
Cleveland,  Ohio 

WAISANEN,  AXEL.  R.,  Corp. 
Box  No.  15, 
Calumet,  Michigan 

WARD,  LEO  J.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 
74  Avery  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

WILLIAMS,  CHARLES  H.,  Pvt. 

1525  North  Saginaw  Street, 
Flint,  Michigan 

WOODWARD,  WILLIAM  R.,  Corp. 
290  Ottawa  Avenue, 
London,  Ontario,  Canada 

YOUNG,  VIVIAN  L.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 
210  West  Franklin  Street, 
Otsego,  Michigan 

YOUNGRE,  RALPH  L.,  Corp. 

405  Aubin  Street, 
Milwaukee,  Wisconsin 

ZIMMEL,  ANTHONY  G.,  Corp. 
72  Humboldt  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 


HEADQUARTERS  COMPANY 

WILEY,  GEORGE  S.,  Captain 35  Rowena  Street,  Detroit,  Mich. 

CARNAHAN,  CLIFFORD  R.,  First  Lieutenant 438  South  Fanchor  Avenue,  Mt.  Pleasant,  Mich. 

CASEY,  THOMAS  B.,  First  Lieutenant 5648  Michigan  Avenue,  Chicago,  111. 

CORGELL,  CHARLES  A.,  First  Lieutenant 1400  Center  Ave.,  Bay  City,  Mich. 

GREGSON,  WILLIAM  F.,  First  Lieutenant   175  West  Jackson  Blvd.,  Chicago,  111. 

LOEFFLER,  ROLAND,  First  Lieutenant 270  LaSalle  Avenue,  Detroit,  Mich. 

MEAD,  HAROLD  W.,  First  Lieutenant 120  West  Gorham  Street,  Madison,  Wis. 

SMITH,  WARD  C,  First  Lieutenant 246  Vinewood  Avenue,  Detroit,  Mich. 

DUKES,  VIRGIL  D.,  Second  Lieutenant 65  Connecticut  Avenue,  Detroit,  Mich. 

GERBER,  ALBERT  C,  Second  Lieutenant 564  Prouty  Avenue,  Toledo,  Ohio 

GORTON,  MAX  L.,  Second  Lieutenant 1427  South  Street,  Denver,  Col. 

KELSEY,  OILN  R.,  Second  Lieutenant Bonner  Springs,  Kansas 

LANDERS,  OSCAR  C,  Second  Lieutenant Conway,  Arkansas 

NOHL,  LOUIS  E.,  Second  Lieutenant Espanola,  New  Mexico 

WATERMAN,  WILLIAM,  Second  Lieutenant 416  West  School  Lane,  Germantown,  Pa, 

ACKERMAN,  ISAAC  J.,  Pvt.  BERG,  THORWALD  L.,  Pvt.  CERASI,  GUISTINO,  Band  Corp. 
364  East  10th  Street,                                                          777  Van  Dyke  Avenue,  640  Riopelle  Street, 

New  York,  New  York  Detroit,  Michigan  Detroit,  Michigan 

ALLEN,  FRANK  L.,  Pvt.  BERKOWSKI   CHESTER   Pvt  CHAMBERS.  ERNEST  W.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 
39  Rung  Street,                                                               384  Roosevelt  Avenue,  '         '  ?'  ^-  ?■  ^°- i'       v     „ 

Dayton,  Ohio  Detroit,  Michigan  Copenhagen,  New  York 

ANSELM,  OTTO  A.,  Mec.  CHARBNEAU,  LAWRENCE  A.,  Color  Sgt. 

609  Clark  Avenue,  BLUE,  WILLIAM,  Sgt.  496  Kercheval  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan  604  Catherine  Street,  Detroit,  Michigan 

ARNOLD,  LEWIS  W.,  Sgt.  Bug.  Detroit,  Michigan  COMPANEY,  CHARLES  J.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

453  Salem  Avenue,  BIRCH,  DAVID  R.,  Pvt.  1st  CI.  122  Brevoort  Place, 

York,  Pennsylvania  7  D  Street,  Detroit,  Michigan 

ATKINSON,  LUTHER  H.,  1st  Sgt.  Detroit,  Michigan  COTTAGE,  STEPHEN  J.,  Pvt. 

539  Aldine  Square,  BLINN,  CLARENCE  E.,  Pvt.  49  Railroad  Street, 

Chicago,  Illinois  365  Crosby  Avenue,  Shickshinny,  Pennsylvania 

BAKER,  WILBUR  A.,  Mus.  2nd  CI.  Portland,  Oregon  CROMER,  GEORGE  W.,  Corp. 

1428-16th  Street,  BOSTWICK,  DAVID  E.,  Sgt.  221  Stanton  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan  171  Maybury  Grand  Avenue,  Detroit,  Michigan 

BALDWIN,  ROBERT  F.,  Sgt.  Detroit,  Michigan  CROOK,  GILBERT  D.,  Color  Sgt. 

1106  North  Illinois  Street,  oTTnT^ru  at7.t-.t^    at  t3t7t3.t«  tk    o        o   ..   **«-  Care  C.  Wellman, 

Decatur,  Illinois  BURKHARDT,  ALBERT  F..  Reg.  Sgt.  Maj.  Wayne,  Michigan 

BALKWELL,  BURTON  A.,  Reg.  Sgt.  Maj.  Detroi^^'Mi'ihigan"^  CONVERY,  EDGAR  L.,  Reg,  Sgt.  Maj 

Almont,  Michigan  '  255  Partridge  Street, 

BARSOOK    BURT  B    Pvt  CARLSON,  GEORGE  T.,  Sgt.  Albany,  New  York 

1546  Union  Street,"  '  S'^^''^'^',''  County,  DeSMYTER,  ALBERT,  Pvt. 

San  Diego,  California  '^^^^^  *^'»'.  Pennsylvania  52g  Belvidere  Avenue, 

BECK,  ELMER  W.,  Mec.  CASTELLO,  JOSEPH,  Mus.  3rd  CI.  Detroit,  Michigan 

795  Mt.  ElUott  Avenue,  538  Iron  Street,  DORAN,  CLAUDE  T.,  Band  Corp 

Detroit,  Michigan  Negaunee,  Michigan  Mt.  Pulaski,  Illinois 

—  200  — 


DOTEN.  BURR  A.,  Mils.  2nd  CI. 

Ovid,  Michigan 
DOUBLE,  JOSEPH  M.,  Band  Corp. 

577  Euclid  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
DUELL,  ARTHUR  W.,  Pvt. 

671  Williams  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
EAGLETON,  CHARLES  A.,  Pvt. 

626  East  8th  Street, 

Traverse  City,  Michigan 

EDDY,  CLARENCE  E.,  Cotp. 

Ionia,  Michigan 
ELLIS,  ELMER  F.,  Corp. 

157  Smith  Avenue, 

Detroit.  Michigan 
ELDER,  THOMAS  D.,  Supply  Sgt. 

519  West  Cherry  Avenue, 

Jonesboro,  Arkansas 
EDSON,  VERNIE  C,  Pvt. 

Saranac,  Michigan 
EVANS,  WILLIAM  J.,  Mus.  2nd  CI. 

St.  Denis  Hotel,  Bagley  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
FERGUSON,  JOHN  C,  Corp. 

103  North  Ashley  Street, 

Brazil,  Indiana 
FELBER,  RICHARD  P.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

2227  Fullerton  Avenue, 

Chicago,  Illinois 
FILLION,  HENRY  J.,  Corp. 

1504-24th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
FITCH,  GORDON,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

Lyons,  Michigan 
FLYNN,  JOHN  V.,  Pvt. 

307  East  Pine  Street, 

Cadillac,  Michigan 
FORD,  NORMAN  C,  Mus.  3rd  CI. 

113  Howard  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
FREDMAN,  MIKE  L.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

14  Monnig  Court, 

Detroit.  Michigan 
GAZALLA,  FRED  J.,  Pvt. 

335  Colby  Street, 

Ionia,  Michigan 
GIBBONS,  HOWARD  W.,  Pvt. 

Stanton,  Michigan 
GIBBONS,  RAPHAEL  R.,  Pvt. 

The  Alhambra  Apts.,  Park  Blvd., 

Detroit,  Michigan 
GOLENO,  JOSEPH,  Mus.  2nd  CI. 

121  Elmira  Avenue, 

Monroe,  Michigan 
GREEN,  EARL  F.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2, 

Morley,  Michigan 
GRITMAN,  WILLIAM  J.,  Bn.  Sgt.  Maj. 

M35  Scovel  Place, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
GRUSSNER,  NICHOLAS,  Pvt. 

244  Brush  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
GUALDONI,  LOUIS,  Mus.  3rd  CI. 

201  North  18th  Street, 

Herrin,  Illinois 
GUERNSEY,  ROBERT  A.,  Pvt. 

257  State  Street, 

Ionia,  Michigan 
GUE,  GEORGE  E.  T.,  Mus.  2nd  CI. 

121  Underwood  Street. 

Zanesville,  Ohio 
HANECKI,  SHERMAN,  Mus.  2nd  CI. 

906  Frederick  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HARNOIS,  ALFRED,  Pvt. 

146-8th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HENDRICKS,  DELVIN  S.,  Band  Corp. 

White  Pigeon,  Michigan 
HIGGINS,  ALFRED  J.,  Mus.  1st  CI. 

1528  Canton  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HILL,  GRENVILLE  L.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

1342  Hamilton  Blvd., 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HIRSCHMAN,  JOHN  J.,  Mess  Sgt. 

339  Schenectady  Street, 

Schenectady,  New  York 
HOEYKENS,  EDWARD  J.,  Horseshoer 

423  Waterloo  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
HOFFMAN,  GEORGE,  Pvt. 

Bergen,  Genesee  County,  New  York 
HOGLE,  RALPH  E.,  Pvt. 

Muir,  Michigan 
HOLTZ,  ERNEST  C,  Pvt. 

529  Rich  Street, 

Ionia,  Michigan 
HULME,  WILLIAM  S.,  Corp. 

517  Columbus  Street, 

Grand  Haven,  Michigan 


HYNES,  JOHN,  Corp. 

Stockbridge,  Michigan 
INLOW,  ELLIS  L., 

89  N.  Bellevue  Blvd., 

Memphis,  Tennessee 
JANECEK,  JACK  J.,  Pvt. 

1715  Gratiot  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
JEPSON,  KINNE,  Pvt. 

Saranac,  Michigan 
JOHNSON,  MICHAEL  H.,  Pvt. 

1187  Sheridan  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
KEEPER,  ERNEST  M.,  Corp. 

Fairview,  Erie  County,  Pennsylvania 
KEPPLER,  EDWIN  H.,  Pvt. 

291  Chestnut  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
KETTENBEIL,  WILLIAM  H.,  Pvt. 

Lake  Linden,  Michigan 
KOHLS.  ERICH  M.,  Mus.  2nd  CI. 

1 1 73  Louis  Avenue, 

Milwaukee,  Wisconsin 
KOSSEL,  EMIL,  Mus.  3rd  CI. 

248  Heidelberg  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
KOZLOWSKI,  JOHN  J.,  Corp. 

889  Theodore  Street, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

KULKA,  JOHN  B.,  Pvt. 

895  Forest  Avenue,  East, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
KWIATEK,  JOSEPH,  Mus.  1st  CI. 

1359  Campbell  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
KNAPP,  HENRY  H.,  1st  Sgt. 

45  Townsend  Avenue, 

Newburgh,  New  York 
KOPPERT,  HARRY,  Saddler, 

1466  Mt.  Elliott  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 

Deceased — Killed  by  accident  Jan.  30, '19. 
LEITCH,  FRANKLIN  C,  Corp. 

2475  Queen  Street,  East, 

Toronto,  Canada 
McCORD,  DON  L.,  Band  Sgt. 

Durand,  Michigan 
McCORMICK,  JOSEPH  H.,  Corp. 

414  West  4th  Street, 

Fulton,  New  York 
McKELLAR,  WILLIAM  D.,  Corp. 

624  West  Harrison  Street, 

Saginaw,  Michigan.     West  Side 

McMillan,  douglas  s.,  Pvt.  ist  ci. 

331  Clark  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 
MADEKSKI,  STANISLAW,  Mus.  1st  CI. 

890  Harper  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

MAHONEY,  ADAMS  A.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

303  Hocking  Avenue, 

Logan,  Ohio 
MANNEROW,  FREDERICK  E.,  Pvt. 

300  WetL  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MARTIN,  GEORGE  W.,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  1, 

Ionia,  Michigan 
MARZO,  ELDRADO,  Pvt. 

Box  No.  145, 

Bessemer,  Michigan 
MARZOLF,  CHARLES  M.,  Corp. 

Reed  City.  Michigan 
MEDICI,  EMIL  C,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

341  Hendricks  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MERRIFIELD,  PAUL  D.,  Sgt. 

Watervliet,  Michigan 
MERWIN,  DOUGLAS  J.,  Asa't  Band  Leader 

945-18th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MILLER.  BENJAMIN  F.,  Mus.  3rd  CI. 

306  May  Street, 

Flint,  Michigan 
MILLER.  HARRY  C,  Sgt. 

640  Baldwin  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MILNIKEL,  ADOLP,  Cook 

171  Territorial  Street, 

Benton  Harbor,  Michigan 
MOORE,  RAYMOND  C,  Corp. 

1020  West  Warren  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
MORROW,  JESSE  A.,  Pvt. 

Lake  Odessa,  Ionia  County,  Michigan 
MOW  ATT,  LOUIS  G.,  Pvt. 

116  West  Main  Street, 

Beiding,  Michigan 
MUNGER,  ROBERT  S.,  Pvt. 

Saranac,  Michigan 
MARR,  OREN  E.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

698  Maybury  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 

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MURPHY,  FRED  A.,  Pvt. 

110  Second  Street, 

Moline,  Illinois 
NAT  ALE,  DOMONICK,  Pvt. 

Not  Known 

OLSZEWSKI,  JOSEPH  F.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

826-24th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
IVAN  OVERHOLT,  Mus.  3rd  CI. 

Arcadia,  Michigan 
PARSONS,  RALPH  H.,  Mus.  2nd  CI. 

254  Hartford  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
PASCHAL,  BARB,  Pvt. 

552  Mack  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
PECKHAM,  EARL  R.,  Corp. 

1203-1 2th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
PERKINS,  EDD.  L.,  Pvt.  Ist  CI. 

Onsted,  Michigan 
PHILIPS,  ALEXANDER  C,  Bugler 

41  Pulford  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
PIPER,  ASA  E.,  Pvt. 

617  Bayaird  Street, 

Ionia,  Michigan 
PIPPIN,  CLARENCE  C,  Sgt. 

513  East  8th  Street, 

Wilmington,  Delaware 
PIRIE,  SAMUEL,  Band  Sgt. 

Musician's  Club,  84  Macomb  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
POLLEFEYT,  PAUL  L.,  Corp. 

338  Delaware  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
RANELLI,  SCIPIONE,  Pvt. 

648  E,  Lafayette  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
PUNG,  JOHN,  Pvt. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4, 

Portland,  Michigan 

Deceased 
RATH,  WALTER  C,  Band  Sgt. 

974  Mt.  Elliott  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
RATTRAY,  HENRY  H.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

614  McDougal  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
RATZ,  EDWARD  P.,  Pvt. 

110  Antrim  Street, 

Charlevoix,  Michigan 
RAWLINGS,  JOSEPH  V.,  Corp. 

11  Second  Street, 

Calumet,  Michigan 
REID,  ROBERT  B.,  Pvt. 

69-20th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
RICH,  JESSE  S.,  Bn.  Sgt.  Maj. 

922  Genesee  Avenue, 

Saginaw,  Michigan 
REIGER.  WALTER,  Pvt. 

102  Wall  Street, 

Ionia,  Michigan 
RICHARDSON,  WILLIAM  R.,  Pvt. 

218  S.  Bridge  Street, 

Beiding,  Michigan 
RIKER,  ADDO  P.,  Pvt. 

412  Coffern  Avenue, 

Greenville,  Michigan 
RINE,  HENRY  W.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

1165-24th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
RITTER,  HAROLD  E..  Pvt. 

Lake  Odessa,  Michigan 
ROBERTS,  BERT  W..  Pvt. 

1397  Iroquois  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
ROBERTS,  HAROLD  H.,  Sgt. 

117  Douglas  Street, 

White  Hall,  Illinois 
ROBERTSON,  JOHN  M.,  Corp. 

515  Lafayette  Street, 

Grand  Haven,  Michigan 
RUSAK,  STEPHEN,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

739  Milwaukee  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
RUTKOWSKI,  STANLEY,  Pvt. 

441-30th  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 

RUTLEDGE.  ADRIAN  S.,  Pvt.  1st  CI 

Bonita,  Oregon 
RUNNER,  WILLIAM  S.,  Pvt. 

Walkerville,  Michigan 
SALCILIO,  PONFILO.  Mus.  2nd  CI. 

932  Hacheth  Street, 

Ionia,  Michigan 
SANDUSKY,  OTTO,  S.,  Pvt. 

336  Maybury  Grand  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SCHILBE,  EARL  J.  E.,  Pvt. 

88  McGraw  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 


SCHMUCK,  REINHOLD  E.,  Corp. 

297  Charlevoix  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SCHORR,  RAYMOND,  Pvt. 

1250  East  Main  Street, 

Lancaster,  Ohio 
SCHULTE,  MATTHEW,  Pvt. 

1267  Van  Dyke  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SCHULTE,  PETER  J.,  Pvt.  1st  CI. 

104  East  Euclid  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SCHULZE,  HAROLD  F.,  Pvt. 

860  Lafayette  Blvd.,  West, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SCHUMACHER,  BERNHARD  C,  Pvt. 

Care  Dime  Savings  Bank, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SEAGER,  EDWARD  F.,  Sgt. 

381  West  Philadelphia  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SHELDON,  WILLIAM,  Pvt. 

1504  Amsterdam  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SHUGG,  HAROLD  H.,  Pvt. 

31  Main  Street,  S.  E., 

Houghton,  Michigan 
SKALSKI,  JOHN,  Band  Sgt. 

1413  Dubois  Street, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
SMITH,  LUTHER  A.,  Corp. 

332  East  King  Street, 

Shippensburg,  Pennsylvania 

SNYDER,  JAMES  H.,  Corp. 
2234  Procter  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

STAFFORD,  LEO  A.,  Reg.  Sgt.  Maj. 
103  Fisher  Street, 
Marquette,  Michigan 

STATHAKOS,  PETER  S.,  Pvt. 
Box  No.  34, 
Sault  Ste.  Marie,  Michigan 

STECKLE,  JOHN,  Cook 

908  West  Warren  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 

STEWART,  COLVIN  W.,  Mus.  3rdCl. 
96  Lothrop  Avenue, 
Detroit,  Michigan 


STONE,  CHARLES  I.,  Pvt. 

156  E.  Ferry  Avenue, 

Detroit,  Michigan 
STOYACK,  JOHN  E.,  Bugler 

160  Bellman  Street, 

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